Essay About My Grandmother

Being raised with a grandparent has its challenges, but for me, it was the best thing that ever happened. I was around two months old, and my grandmother was fifty-five when my mother brought me to live with her. As I grew older, I developed a personality that replicated my grandmother’s. She was a very strong minded person, and was not easily persuaded. She was not strict, but strongly enforced her rules. My grandmother was a leader in every situation. I never saw her cry. In our house, crying was a sign of weakness. As a small child she began to teach me values and morals; most of them are applied to my life today. In my eyes, she was the best person in the world. She protected me in every way she could. Throughout my childhood,

At this time I started to hang out with friends, and began to pick up a few of their ways. My new ways was a little displeasing to my grandmother. She knew these ways were different than what she taught me. During this time, my grandmother was getting older in her age. She began to change according to my ways. She was still the loving, protective, and caring person that I always knew, but her rules became a little tougher and hard to follow. This is when she called my dad in to try and get a handle on my behavior. I wanted to look at this as betrayal. But because I knew exactly what type of person my grandmother was, I knew she was only looking out for my best interest. Needless to say, when my dad became a part of the disciplinary action, I got my act together fast. This was all a part of my grandmother’s plan to get me back on the right

The need for me to standout a little, did not set well with my grandmother. Standing out and being a part of the in-crowd was foolish in her eyes. This lifestyle came along with, a wardrobe and attitude change. My grandmother was a bit on the old school side, when it came to fashion. Showing any kind of skin was a definite no-no under our roof. The most torturous situations were when the time came for school shopping. While all my friends were picking out their own clothes, my grandmother was picking mine out. Needless to say, I didn’t stay in the in-crowd very