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Honoring My Mother Always
Honoring My Mother
Written by Ciara Webb
"When Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the disciple standing by, whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, Woman, behold thy son!" John 19:26
What my mother means to me is that she is supportive and attentive. I had been through a lot with my mother in the past. She would say mean things about me but despite the negative remarks she had made, I still loved her and I will always love her no matter what. No matter how angry she made me, she has always been there for me ever since I was a little girl.
When I would have bullies bullying me at school, she would always go to the school and talk to the principal and the teachers about the situation. My mother was so supportive of that.
There was a time when I was in 3rd grade at the age of 8, there was a teacher who would let the students mess with me. Her name was Mrs. Thomas. I was in a class of 6 students who had learning disabilities and including myself. Mrs. Thomas did not have any compassion for her students and I did not learn anything in her class. When I first met her, I felt that she did not like me because she would call me out of my name. She never referred to me as Ciara, she always called me "sista slickums." I hated that name. I told her I did not like that name and "I will tell my mama." Her response was "go ahead and tell yo mama, I used to be a heavyweight champion back in the day, I kick mamma's butts too. " I was not expecting that response from a teacher. I did not know if she was joking when she said that...
Written by Ciara Webb
"When Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the disciple standing by, whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, Woman, behold thy son!" John 19:26
What my mother means to me is that she is supportive and attentive. I had been through a lot with my mother in the past. She would say mean things about me but despite the negative remarks she had made, I still loved her and I will always love her no matter what. No matter how angry she made me, she has always been there for me ever since I was a little girl.
When I would have bullies bullying me at school, she would always go to the school and talk to the principal and the teachers about the situation. My mother was so supportive of that.
There was a time when I was in 3rd grade at the age of 8, there was a teacher who would let the students mess with me. Her name was Mrs. Thomas. I was in a class of 6 students who had learning disabilities and including myself. Mrs. Thomas did not have any compassion for her students and I did not learn anything in her class. When I first met her, I felt that she did not like me because she would call me out of my name. She never referred to me as Ciara, she always called me "sista slickums." I hated that name. I told her I did not like that name and "I will tell my mama." Her response was "go ahead and tell yo mama, I used to be a heavyweight champion back in the day, I kick mamma's butts too. " I was not expecting that response from a teacher. I did not know if she was joking when she said that...
