2nd Essay for my Personal & Creative Writing Class

“Like Mother, Like Daughter”

     Everybody has one. Despite if they like them or not, they will always be a part of who they are. Everyone relates to them differently too. I'm talking about our mothers (of course). Luckily my relationship with my mom fits the lifelong saying, “ Like mother, like daughter.” We have our many similarities and differences, but we definitely relate to each other.

     Mary Ellen Perkins was born Dec.24^th,1961 in Watertown, NY. She was born into a family of mom, dad, and four older brothers. Her father passed away when she was only eighteen and all her brothers were already moved out and in relationships, due to an age gap. She attended Veterinarian Technician school in upstate NY before packing her things and following two of her brothers out to Arizona. Here she met her future husband, Mark Daniel Kramb, and had two children; the second of which was me. After only five years they got a divorce and my mom took on the challenge of raising children as a single mother.

     I have always considered my mom to be my hero. In elementary school my teachers would force me to take my papers about my mom home to share with her. In middle school, a mother's day poem I wrote ended up being published in a book. She always put us kids above everything, especially herself. She worked two, sometimes three jobs to make sure we could have nice things and she could keep her head above water. Even though my dad sometimes refused to pay child support, she never kept him from seeing us on 'his' weekends. We got to live the same lives of most of our friend's 'two parent families'.

     As most teenagers do, we had a falling out while I was in high school. I wanted so much to communicate with her, but we were both always in different places. My mother remarried when I was almost eighteen, making it even harder for us to find any common ground. I did not like my stepfather and he did not tolerate me. He always had to be in charge of every situation and household decision being made. He also did not care for animals the way we did and began banning them from areas of the house that had always been open domain. I absolutely hated when she took his side in a disagreement. I found plenty of ways to rebel and places to stay to keep me from having to go home.

     It wasn't until I moved out of the house that we were able to connect again. We would meet up for weekly lunch or movie dates. By not having my step dad around when we were together, we no longer had the awkward tension. It was as if no bad feelings had ever been there. We did everything and became best friends. My mom was now also able to take my side and support me without her controlling husband finding out. It changed everything to know that my mom would still choose me.

     A lot of things changed after my mom got remarried. Her and her husband decided to take a new religion, bringing about even more changes. She gave up drinking, became a total vegan, started pushing her new religion on me, and was no longer as spontaneous as she used to be. All these sudden changes limited the things we had in common, but we were able to continue our close relationship.

     Although my mom did not agree with some of the things I did, she stayed one hundred percent supportive of me. In 2008 I moved out to California for school. My mom and step dad helped me move out there. It was the first time I would ever be more than a half an hour away from my mother. Her departure was a very sad time. The next two years were very trying. I was in a tough school program, but only able to see my mom once a year. We talked on the phone as much as possible and I received lots of supportive cards and care packages in the mail.

     We continue to live far away and are only capable of visiting yearly. The strong relationship we have built over the years keeps us close and continually growing in our friendship. She is going to take my cats this winter and care for them while I go out and travel Europe. She has the same love of animals as I do and wishes she would have done all the same stuff I am doing when she was my age. My mother is the only person I trust one hundred percent.

     A mother's job is never done. A mother will continue to take care of and support you your entire life. Everybody has one; I was lucky enough to get a best friend out of mine. She is a huge part of who I am (as a person). She is my hero, protector, confidant, role model, and so much more. I would not be the same without her and would be completely lost with her not around. We have our similarities and we have our differences, which will always continue to change. One thing that will never change is the continually growing bond between mother and daughter.