Mothers

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Andrea
Professor SMcCombs
English 1301
15 October 2012
Mothers
It is no question that mothers are utterly important in every child’s life. As far as I could remember my mother has always been there for me. For example one of the many times she has been there for me was when she taught me the difference between healthy food and junk food. Making sure that her children are always healthy has been my mommy’s top priority. When I was six, or seven I can recall going to the corner store with my parents and like most kids I wanted a dollar bag of potato chips. After asking my dad, I put the bag of chips into the cart. Soon, my mother saw the bag and convinced me to take a bag of apples instead of junk. This short example can proof that even though a father can love his children very much, a mother is better at parenting. A father doesn’t share a special bond with their child as mothers do. Also from the first trimester till god knows when mothers never seem to stop worrying and sacrificing for their offspring. Even if the fathers are head of most households, they don’t have the qualities of multitasking. Every mother can guarantee that multitasking is applied to everyday life with a kid.

A mother and a child will always be connected with one another. Since being in the womb, the baby feels the safest there. As the baby is born it can no longer be in his/ her safe place. Instead it finds warmth and safety near the mother, and in her arms. Later in life they start depending on a role model-being the mother- for guidance. Around teen years fathers are out working and mothers are at home with their “little ones”. When I was younger my dad would work a lot and would get home too tired to start a meaningful conversation. For that reason my mother was mainly who I communicated the most. I had a stronger bond with her, simply because we talked more. In most cultures a father has to be the provider and the mom the one who nurtures, it is safe to say that I’m nowhere...
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