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My Mother's Daughter

January 3, 2024
By Vjain BRONZE, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Vjain BRONZE, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"People who aren't jealous are colorless. They lack motivation" -Picture of Dorian Gray


I'm terrified of needles, though I can't explain why,

They don't inflict pain, no reason to cry.

I’ve been through much tougher trials,

Yet needles bring me down. 


With every season's shift, my mom's decree,

She donates her blood, pure and selflessly free,

Believing it's the noblest gift to give,

In her acts of kindness, she truly lives.


Though we share blood and much more,

People remark how we're cut from the same core.

Our hearts are big, a family trait, they see,

Yet I once loathed those comparisons, I decree.


I resented being linked to my mom's name,

"I'm my own person," was my self-proclaimed aim,

While I chased independence, riches and power,

Mom's name was a shade in my self-made bower.


"Just like your mom" echoed for my tears,

But not for my triumphs throughout the years.

I bottled my feelings, tried to stay strong,

Yet my teenage years changed what's been wrong.


The phrase I'd despised, it began to find grace,

As my emotions bloomed, I found my place.

My mom, a heart of gold, saves lives without cease,

Three lives each season, her kindness won't cease.


She donates a treasure, beyond wealth and might,

I realize I'm my mother's daughter, that's right,

An emotional heart, it's what I require,

To share her warmth, to fuel my own fire.


The author's comments:

In our multi-generational traditional household, mornings unfold with the sight of my grandmother donning an apron, while my mom confidently slips into stilettos. Breaking barriers as the first working woman in our family, she embodies confidence, independence, and intelligence.

Unfortunately, the men in our family interpret her strength as "loud" and "pretentious." Growing up, my expressions of emotion or opinions were met with references to being "my mother's daughter" in moments of vulnerability, while any achievements tagged me as "my father's daughter."

In my younger years, being compared to my mother felt like an insult, creating a rift. However, as a teenager now, my perspective has shifted. My mom, with all her qualities, means the world to me. The once-insulting words my family used only serve to fuel my pride. To be a woman is not to undermine your own achievements, nor is it to avoid speaking out, for that is not feminine.

This summer, I had the opportunity to promote the Girls Lead Act to congressmen. This bill, advocating for global women's education, opened doors for me to engage with President Biden's cabinet and learn from numerous powerful women. This experience made me realize the issue is not my mom but the societal expectations placed upon her and me. It empowered me to embrace the very attributes that were once used against me, a struggle shared by many young teenage girls.


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