I believe that motherhood is the best joy of life. Before I was anything, I was a small embryo in my mother’s belly growing month by month, week by week, and day by day. At birth I was her little angel and everything I did was cute. As life continued to go on I grew on. My first day of Pre- K arrived and I was so excited. I was anxious to ride the bus and meet new friends. The night before my first day, my mother and I got my book bag ready and my attire. We decided that I would wear my red dress with the buttons . The day finally came, my first day of school. I woke up, brushed my teeth, put on my dress and waited for the bus only to be told that I could not ride the bus. My mother had ruined my first day because she was sacred to let me ride the bus. From Pre-K there was elementary school where she embarrassed me at all of the PTO meetings and school plays; then came middle school.
Middle school was a really big deal for me. I was learning how to be a young lady and that boys were not so yucky after all. I thought that there could be no way my mother could mess this up for me until my six grade dance. I was thrilled about my six grade dance. Since my mother did not allow me to attend my fifth grade dance, it would be my first one. She promised that she would not do anything to embarrass me; she even let my father take me while she waited at home. I enjoyed my dance until I found out that my mother was secretly sitting in the gym, taping my dance. It was so embarrassing.
The last straw was my high school graduation. She thought that it would be supportive to yell “ There Goes My Baby” when I walked across the field as if the T-shirts with me on them, the cameras, and the fan club of clapping family that was asked to hold all applause until the end, was not enough.
All my life my mother embarrassed me on purpose. I hated her for that until I became pregnant. My pregnancy opened my eyes to another view, a mother’s view. I now understood that her intention were never to embarrass me, but to be there for me, protect me and capture all moments in my life that we both would cherish. To watch a child grown inside of you is so amazing. I have thousand of ultrasound tapings and counting, but to watch a child, one that you gave birth to, grow up before your eyes is truly a joy. So the next time you think that your parents embarrass you, think about their actions from a parent’s perspective and I know that you will then understand.
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