Celebration Essay

English 9

Celebration Essay

Rachel Randgaard

Who inspires me? Who has had a major impact on my life? This question is rather difficult to answer. So many people have come and gone from my life, others played a small part, but changed me in ways that I am just beginning to grasp. Some had positive effects, others negative, and some I’m still not sure if their impact on my life was for better or for worse. It’s difficult to write an essay on only one person because so much of who I am today comes from a large collage of different people.

So for now, I’m just going to write about the one person who had put up with me for over fifteen years-- my mom. I think I speak for everyone when I say that a mom is where a kid first gets a sense of right and wrong. I learned a lot of what I believe today from my mom. I pick up a few of my bad habits from my mom too, like worrying about insignificant things, and always feeling rushed to get something done, but then realize that you have to go back and do the job again because you made mistakes in your haste. Mom pushed me in the direction towards what I know and what I am capable of today. She pushed me in the right direction of many traits that I have learned. When I picked up a book when I was little, she’d read the book again and again until I recognized the words. From there I quickly learned how to read. When I was little, mom let me watch her cook, that was another trait I quickly picked up on, and even now, today, mom willingly lets me work in the kitchen because I have taught myself more than what she taught me.

My mom is the more optimistic one of both of my parents, though she tends to be very pessimistic at times. Pessimism is something that I got from both parents, although mom insists that she’s not so, “I’m not pessimistic, I’m realistic,” is how she normally puts it.

My mom and I used to talk all the time, about anything and everything. But then her job situation changed and the only time I really get to see her anymore are the few days she has off... Which is not often, we both resent this fact.

If I have a problem I can usually go to her for help though, ‘cause that’s what moms are for. Mom believes in me when I don’t believe in myself. When I don’t, it hurts her so badly to see me hurting, so I try and cover it up as much as possible. I don’t want anybody to hurt over my problems; another trait that I get from her.

In short, I love my mom; I’d probably be nowhere if it weren’t for her.