Ana Maria
Peinado
English 80
Spaventa
Mom Rocks My Senses
I am very lucky to have an irreplaceable mom who rocks my senses …literally.
My mom has been by my side through thick and thin. As I grow older, I am noticing
different sides of my mom. My mom is the strongest person I know. Believe
it or not, my mom has the voice of an angel. Whether she sang me a song or
read me a book, her voice would always soothe me. It never feels like I am
alone at home because my mom’s perfume lingers throughout our house.
All I have to do is close my eyes and I would instantly remember my mom’s
touch from helping me style my hair before school. My mom’s delicious
traditional Mexican cooking never let my brothers and me go hungry. Everyday
something new happens that reminds me of my mom and the impact she has had
on my life. My mom has played a big role in my life and she has made me who
I am today.
When I was little, my mom would sing me the same song every night before I
went to bed. The song my mom sang to me was a prayer in Spanish that her mom
used to sing to her. I remember when my mom left me home alone for a couple
days. I missed her so much. At that moment, the song came into my head. I
started to sing it to myself. All I could remember is hearing her voice and
singing the song to me. Every time I had a nightmare or when my mom left me
alone, all I had to do is remember the song-like prayer. The memory of the
song and my mom’s voice would soothe and relax me. I know from that
moment on, everything would be okay.
I would always sleep with my mom in her bed when I was younger. If I could
not sleep or if I had a bad dream, I would lay my head on my mom’s chest
as she read me my favorite book. She would always read me the book Corduroy.
Just the other day, I went to Borders and I walked downstairs to the kid book’s
section. As I was walking, I saw the same book that my mom would read to me.
The first thing that came to my mind was when my mom used to read me the book.
I would lie on my mom as she was hugging me while she was reading. That moment
is such a precious memory that will always be in my heart and in my thoughts.
Every time my mom goes out or leaves for work, she wears the same perfume.
I remember just the other day I went inside Macy’s and someone sprayed
the same perfume my mom wears. The first thought that came to my mind was
when I was little. I would watch my mom spray the perfume on herself and she
would spray some on my neck. I remember smelling her perfume and every time
I do smell it, I remember my mom.
My hair was always in braids when I was little. Every night after I get out
of the shower, but before I went to bed, I would sit on my mom’s bed
and she would braid my hair. I remember when I was at cheer camp four hours
from home, I missed my mom. Our cheer coach told us to braid our hair for
the day because every day we would have different hairstyles. As my friend
was braiding my hair, I remembered my mom’s touch. My friend was touching
my hair the same way my mom did. It was as if I was sitting back at home on
my mom’s bed. I did not feel so far away from home anymore.
Traditional Mexican cooking is common in my family. My grandmother taught
all her daughters how to cook. Cooking is a tradition; it is also our heritage.
I could taste the love in my mom’s cooking. When my mom makes her wonderful
enchiladas, my brothers and I never go hungry. There is hardly ever leftover
enchiladas the next day. No one can make enchiladas the way my mom makes hers.
I have been to different Mexican restaurants and ordered enchiladas, but they
do not taste the same. I am very lucky that I have learned the way my mom
prepares her enchiladas. Even though they still do not come out the same way
she makes them, I would say that they come pretty close.
The five senses are very important to all human beings. It is said that when
one sense is missing, the others are heightened. I can imagine what it is
like to lose one of those senses. It would be as if I would lose a memory
of my mom. Although that would make me extremely sad, maybe another memory
would increase and therefore replace that memory and making up for the loss
of another. I would not know what I would do without my senses and without
my mom. The thought is impossible for me to comprehend since my mom is the
world to me. If it were not for my mom’s support, I would not have made
it as far as I have.