Just felt like posting the paper i made. doesnt really make sense.. but oh well. haha.
It makes me wonder sometimes about the saying that “the fruit never falls far from the tree.” Technically, it’s just an observation about a fruit when it falls but as the philosophies came in, they were able to apply this in a parent – child relationship. So they say I’m a fruit, a fruit from the tree that is my parents, the fruit of their labor, the life-giving fruit, the fruit that enriches the body or the consumer. This is what I am, the fruit that does not fall far from the tree. I am made of what my parents are.
On my birthday, I was introduced to this lady who held me in her arms, holding me like I was such a precious gift. She took care of me and helped me grow, feeding me and providing for me. This woman is, as obvious as it seems, my mom.
“Clean your room!” “Go to your room!” “Finish your chores!” Oh the sounds I now hear as I walk down the hallway. The usual sentences I hear my mom screaming at me, always telling me to keep the house clean and to keep things in order. Most times, it irritates me and pisses me off because well being a teenager, that’s the usual feeling you get when your mom nags you to do things but in reality that’s one of the roles of a mother, to nag you, to keep you organized and do your best as well. You might think that my mom is one of those supper irritating moms that really just never stops but really, she’s not just that.
I’ve known her all my life (obviously) and I’ve been living in the same house with her and just like any mother-daughter relationship, or any relationship for that matter, there will be ups and downs but for me, this relationship is different.
In this relationship, it’s a constant up and down. From an up to a down in a matter of seconds, just like that things can change abruptly though unlike other relationships, this one is a never ending cycle. No matter how many times I get screamed at or how many times I screw up, the worst that could ever happen to this certain relationship is maybe not talk for a few days or maybe get grounded for a month but unlike other relationships, this one never ends.
My mom has always been and will always be the protagonist and at the same time, the antagonist of my life.
A protagonist is the lead character in a story, one that has exemplary characteristics that plays a vital role in the story. My life is the story, with my mom as the protagonist. Why? Because she’s the one I always look up to. She’s my role model. Her achievements are the ones that I’ll always hope to achieve. I always aim to be like her, a successful events planner, with a lot of friends and a lot of connections. Also as a mother, she really knows how to get us in line. She’s the one that keeps my life going, heck she’s the one that gave me life.
If we want to go outside to get some food, or watch some TV or to leave the house, we always have to pass by the area where my mom works, which is where the desktop is because she’s stuck to that almost 24/7 being an events planner and all, needing to communicate with people and make presentations. I’m not complaining that I have to see her everyday, but I mention this because everyday, passing by her working is a constant reminder to work hard. I see her everyday, going through a pile of paper work and making presentations, in constant communication with her crew, this motivates me and shows me that we should really work hard to be able to achieve things in life. My mother is my protagonist, the constant reminder to work hard for what you want, my role model.
My mom inspires me in a lot of ways; almost in every aspect of my life she inspires me to fight for what I deserve and for what I believe in because she herself does the same. Yes I am her fruit, thus I do not fall far from the tree. I want what she wants and she wants what I want.
In a story, you can’t just have a protagonist; there must always be an antagonist because without one the protagonist wont be a protagonist.
My mom is the obvious constant antagonist in my life. She’s always the one that will tell me to do things that I don’t like to do like clean my room and do chores. She will always be the one that goes against me having a boyfriend or having a relationship with any guy for that matter. And she will always be the one that gets really mad at me when I do stupid things. She’s the one that keeps us in line and really forces us to the right and best direction.
Walking through that same area where my mom works is this big white board where in all our chores are laid out for us, each one having a chore to do on a certain day and also everyone having a special assignment on the side and these are tasks WE CANNOT ESCAPE. Being a well-organized person, my mother ALWAYS makes sure that we get things done. Every morning, as I wake up to check my phone the first text that I’ll always get is a text from my mother telling me to clean my room and do my chores. It’s quite ironic how in the same area I can have the good and bad side to my mom. On one side of the hallway is the mom that inspires me to work hard and on the other side of the hallway is the mom that irritates me by nagging me to do the chores that I hate to do. It’s not really wrong for a mom to nag you to do chores but in the eyes of a teenager such as myself, I hate it. Thus proof of her being the antagonist to my life.
Yes, these are the usual characteristics of a mother but these are ones that are unique to my mom. Your mom is different from my mom in many ways but they can be the same through their goals and plans for you and me. There isn’t much more that I can say about my mom, except that maybe, without her, I wouldn’t be who I am today. No matter how cliché that line is, it’s the truth.
I became a responsible person because of her. Through her example, always having everything under control, always making sure that everything gets done and always setting her priorities, I learned and was inspired to be just like her.
I am the fruit that doesn’t fall far from the tree. Setting my own goals for the year and being responsible in my own way, making sure that my tasks and roles as a student, as a block representative and as a daughter and sister will be done well and on time.
I became a more organized person because of her really leading me to the right path even through her constant nagging and even by getting mad at me for leaving my things lying around. Because she makes an effort to really be present in my life and makes sure that I make the right decisions, I am able to be more organized and really have my priorities set.
A lot of who I am now is thanks to her. Even if, like I said, she really pisses me off sometimes, I’m still really thankful for all that she does for me to keep me on the right track and to help me be the best that I can be. They say that I look exactly like her when she was young and I believe that I don’t only look like her but I think I will grow up to be like her. As they say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree and most times children wouldn’t like that to happen because they don’t like how their parents treat them but as much as we would like to avoid it, we will always be like our parents when we grow up, and for me, that’s okay. I can be better than my mom in some ways but technically; I’d want to be like her, with a bit of adjustments. I look up to my mom, the most organized, successful, creative and hands on events planner, wife, sister and mother in my world. I am the fruit of her labor. I am the life-giving fruit that enriches the body of the consumer. I am the fruit that does not fall far from the tree.