Personal Narrative: Growing Up Without A Mom

“It’s wrong, it’s all wrong!” Have you ever tried your hardest at something, but you're the outcome wasn’t what you wanted? Even though you may have not gotten the results you wanted your still proud because you did your best. Growing up without a mom has taught me how to work hard, be independent, and be proud of my work even if the outcome isn't what I wanted. I can remember one of the first times I tried really hard but i didn’t get the out come I wanted.
It was the end of the first quarter in of my seventh grade year. I was sitting in my english class when my teacher, Mrs. Barney, informed my class that we would starting our essay for the contest our school does every year. The whole class groaned at her request as seventh graders writing
My work ethic became stronger growing up without having a mom. I usually had to work harder than many people my age. Even when it came to the little things like packing my bag or making sure my clothes was ready for the next day, or cleaning the house.These are small task that added up for me and I was just envious of my friends whose moms did it for them. I can remember my friend at lunch once complained to me about how her mom packed her lunch. My friend said, can you believe my mom packed me the same sandwich as yesterday, how boring. She continued her rant about her mother and how she never does anything right. At the same lunch table some of the other girls added to her conversation about how annoying their moms can be. It made me so furious at the time I wanted to tell at them and tell them how ungrateful they were, but I didn’t. I wanted to cry for all I wanted was mom my with me, but I didn't. I just sat there thinking that I wanted my mom to do those things for me I wanted her to make my lunch, look over my writing assignments, pick out my clothes, pack my bag, care for me when I was sick, have supper made when I came home, or clean the house. All those little things she would never do but that I would
At the time I was really mad that I didn’t get to move on to the next level and the kids that did all had help from their moms.I know that doing my own work made me more independent and be able to think on my own. It was a time that made me grow up. Even though I didn’t get to go to the next level, I am proud of myself working so hard on something I wanted and not giving up. I received an “A” on my paper, at the time I thought I deserved to move on. I didn’t end up moving on but still got a good grade.I gave it my all, even at a young age without my mom by my side. Even though we might wanna give up because we think our work is all wrong sometimes; it’s when we keep trying that makes us a better