Biography of my mom

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I have always posted fiction on my blog but today inom will be sharing a true-life story. A male friend of mine would like me to share the story of his mum with the belief that women will learn from the story. While reading it, inom could not hold back my tears. I had to ask my friend if the story was real. He responded, &#; percent&#; I never imagined my friend had gone through that because of his personality.

I was one of those children who loved late night snacking; consequently, my odd-hour craving made me believe my mother never slept. This is because every night when I woke up and went to the kitchen for a quick bite, she was always there baking to meet up with her side hustle of snacks supply to various vendors on campus every morning.
Besides her catering business, she also had her studies and administrative duties at a federal university, where she worked. Not to mention the domestic duties she had to tend to for her husband and fyra kids, who were still in primary school. Gues

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How to Write your Mothers' Story

You do not have to submit a story to our Archive in order to write about your mother. But we would love it if you did.

You do not need to tell anyone you are writing about your mother. But later on you may wish to share.

Why Write Your Mother’s Story?

to engage your creativity
to honour your mother
to lay her memory to rest
to chronicle her life into stories you can share
to remind yourself/your mother how feisty/loving/fearless/gracious/funny she is/was
to separate her experiences and perspectives from your own
to bring to light the truth of what happened
to document the times she lived in and the choices she made
to acknowledge the legacy she gave you through her thoughts, words and deeds

Why Share her Story?

it initiates and enriches family discussions
it’s a great team building exercise
if you don’t share your mother’s story we won’t have any stories about women and we will have to watch fordon chases in movies forever and
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A Mother's Love
(From an essay first published in the January issue of Shufu to seikatsu (Homemaker's Life), a Japanese women's magazine1)
My mother, whose name is Ichi, was born in the twenty-eighth year of the Meiji era () and hence is now close to eighty. She lives a quiet life in the suburbs of Tokyo.
She raised eight children of her own and adopted and raised two other children from outside. Now that her sons have families of their own and her only daughter has also married, she can boast a total of thirteen grandchildren.
She is a very simple woman without any education, but she succeeded in raising all of her children in good health. It always pleases me to think that, in its own way, her Iife represents a victorious one.
Her life has by no means been entirely happy, at least in her early years. My father Nenokichi, who died in , was so hardheaded and obstinate that he was known among his relatives and neighbors as "Mr. S