Mother and Mom

Though I admit the title of this probe is a bit generic and you engage the right to assume oh the writer must be a mothers boy or a nonher essay for the mothers day propaganda. In this cutting my reminisce of my mother in the actual body of the text edition is not filled with only meager sentimentality or a marrow that we should any love our mothers, it is establish on two convictions that are based off of thousands of years of painful human evolution.My first conviction is that the disco actuall(a)y of new pick outledge tramp only come from the re-discovery of pre-existing knowledge- and then anything that you knew or already knew close the importance of our mothers that happens to be in the text will become new to you. My second conviction is that we take for give what helps us, hurts us, and educates us. And since I brought up the word sentimentality I will bring in my third convictionWe cant al fashions look at flavor from a purely philosophical bum, though the ph ilosophical basis is important for persuasion, we must not forget those precious mummyents and experiences we share with our mothers when we were kids (that is if you had a loving mother- which unfortunately my mother didnt). Thinking too much in a purely rigid philosophical-scientific basis ca workouts us to be antisocial. From my experiences thinking too much in a purely sentimental way only snitchs us miss the past and scorn the future. Where on globe is that which makes me credible to state these convictions?Where can these convictions, be even discovered? They originate from most privileged peoples domain, only made accomplishable by mans discovery of fire- it is a place that comes lively when used and to the living acts as a double polarizable monism, its shape world a spiral- the kitchen. Every morning I would wake up all in all focused and hell-bent on my tasks. I would ravage my manywhat smashing simply some disorganized room for clothes to wear. I would in haste m ake my simple but sometimes incomplete eat as I think of G-d, grooming deadlines, and delude myself with my dreams and aspirations.As I am eating on the squeaky bonnie glass kitchen table, sitting on a chair covered in plastic, in the periphery of my pith I would listen my mom or I would hear the telephone of her flippers distinctly pattering on the granite tile in the kitchen. Sometimes I am quite nervous when I am around her, especially if I forget to impudent some forgettable instigate of the kitchen. When the kitchen is dirty, or a section of the kitchen is dirty, in the morning, she can be either calm ab place it and describe us to clean what we missed, but sometimes she can leap out on me and my young sis.She would yell at us as if we have done some sort of criminal act. By habit my younger sister and I would make sure that the kitchen is clean before we go to bed to prevent our mom from being angry at us. entirely when my mom comes in the kitchen- as I feel the a nticipation of her cheers of the kitchen- and she accepts our work in the kitchen- the exact opposite of her authoritarian spirit comes out and it can be the most beautiful thing I can ever experience.This is how I live either day in my home- examine and cleaning the kitchen. The moment by and by I finish this essay. mediocre guess it- I will be cleaning the kitchen. If I clean the kitchen every day how is it that I can forget to clean some forgettable part of the kitchen a rank more than occasionally? Is this the personality of man? He forgets and gets punished by Mother Nature herself. I forget to clean some part of the kitchen and I get punished by my mother.To be yelled at by my mother is humbling- it arrests my humongous as life ego, and renders my philosophy and view of life as meaningless. No philosophy can save me, all it does is make me live in my own world- not to the tasks and betterment of other people. This is the honor of the re-education of cleaning the kitch en. save as religious people re-educate themselves of the laws of the bible every Saturday or Sunday- the law of the re-education of cleaning the kitchen holds line up- but instead of once a week it is every day.As Mother Nature has been punishing to man physical body (if you read the news you know what I mean) it has been equally loving and forgiving, to enable us to experience life and allow us to even violate its laws- intentionally or not- only to realize what we have done, and to come back tearfully to our true pure selves. After being rattled by my mom, yelling at me to clean the kitchen, it is hard to imagine that she had a loving side to her- if she had a loving side at all. After cleaning that pesky, forgettable part of thekitchen- forgiveness, love, and kindness came.Thus is the love that encounters and embraces everything. My mommy can give the kindest, most real, address I have ever known. Even though she gives us kind greetings and positive connotations almost regu larly it still has a powerful touch on my spirit every time she gives positive reinforcement. When I was a baby my mom would call me Love so she could cope with not getting angry with me as a baby and toddler- even as a teenager she still gives me the nicknameLove. I was the only tiddler she had that screamed at sonically high frequencies, regressed back to potty training when my younger sister was born, wishinged to be tended to every waking minute, and escaped the house via garage(when I was three years old) to be found in a anatomical structure site with a red hat on top of my head. As a result my mom lost her health along with her temper, but she always made it her mission to be as kind to me, my ripened and younger sister, and allow us to pursue any path we want to take in life without interceding.I would compare my moms exercise of communication and mine to a spiral. I can reassure that my mom tries to give us as much positive feedback as possible and to reduce or elim inate all negative feedback. She would theatrically call on the carpet us on the use of positive feedback. As a image in the morning or as she is taking me to school she would be extremely kind by calling me by my nickname and notice me how happy she is to see me in college- in return I would tell her how happy I am to be in college and other dateless miscellaneous subject matter that I cant remember well enough to put on paper.Then when evening approaches some fretfulness trickles in like a leaky faucet. My mom, though not waiver Mrs. Commando on us, would remind us to make sure to clean the kitchen, but she would make sure we listen very well, when we are doing homework or trying to make ourselves busy (I find that interruption detestably annoying). However, for my mom to tell us to clean the kitchen like a disciplinarian is absolutely necessary- because truthfully we wouldnt have done the task if she didnt remind us to do it- leading us back to the law of the re-education of cleaning the kitchen.I would even find this pattern when I communicate to my mom, dad, younger, and senior(a) sister. When I communicate to my dad for example I am very sociable with him. We would have a positive exchange by viewing or talking about our findings on music, movies, and other goofy things. unless when I get busy with homework I have to tell him in haste, Sorry, I have to get to work. Only recently did I find out that my father felt it to be slightly negative and antisocial.This made me discover that we can only be slightly one way, or extremely different, turn into our opposite, and never find a true, absolute, and perfect relaxation in communication and other things in life in general. This statement seems even more apparent when I am around my family members 24/7. Nobody is perfect. We see what is opposite to ourselves and what enables our existence all the time. Kids at a young age imitate their parents- we are all a product of our environment. Then we look in the mirror to see what the environment has made out of us- beautiful, different, and unique individuals.To find the perfect balance is to erase ourselves from existence- we would not be seen in the mirror- only the background environment. I always thought the struggle was to become permanently perfect forever- make your plan and you will achieve your goals. It is actually to constantly rebuild yourself after failure throughout life- this is what my mom showed me-like a spiral. This helped me find internal peace. why cant the kitchen stay clean? We use kitchen. Kitchen gets dirty. We clean kitchen again. We use kitchen. Kitchen gets dirty. We clean kitchen again