The poem is gentle and nostalgic. It seeks not only to recreate the scene for the reader, but
My mom and dad were my playmates, since there weren’t any other children in the family my age. We did everything together, we swam and picnicked in the summers and played in the snow in the winter. They took me on long trips to different states where we visited all the tourist spots. I was a very busy little boy all the time, but one of my favorite things was to watch my movies and eat my goldfish crackers. As I grew I began to play video games, it is still one of my favorite things to do for relaxation. I also loved to go to my “Da and Ninnys” house. My great grandparents were so good to me, I loved them and they loved me. I got to spend as much time as I wanted with them, they were getting older in age and their health had begun to decline over the years. The same was true with my other great grandmother “memaw”, she was at our house a lot over the years and she doted on me all the time. I had it made back
In America, there are many kinds of families. I decided to research parenting in the case that the Grandparent is a main caregiver. I also want to contrast the difference that parents have being a first-time parent, versus a being a parent as a grandparent. The book says, “In general, skipped-generation families have several strikes against them” but also says, “[the] discussion of grandparents who live with their grandchildren should not obscure the general fact that most grandparents enjoy their role…” (Berger, 486). With this, I am going to interview my sixty-seven-year-old grandma, she was forty-six when I was born and became a primary caregiver for me alongside my dad. I think that my grandma is going to say that she is glad that she was
One of the characteristics I miss about my grandmother is the way she cared for me. My grandmother would give her life for me; she protected me above all things. If people talked bad about me she would defend me. For example, when I was going to middle school, I was judged by my aunts and uncles because I was going to school instead of working. In Guatemala, children start working at the age of eight years old and many do not attend school. Many of my cousins had dropped out school by third grade elementary to go to work in the fields. My aunts and uncles would get upset because I was not working to take care of my grandmother; instead I was attending school to become a professional, but they did not appreciate education. However, my grandmother would defend me and explained to my family members that she wanted me to become a professional; she would say them that her dream was to see me accomplish my goals. My grandmother always worked hard to take care of my daily needs. She was so determined to see me become a professional that she even gave me permission to travel to the United States so I could become somebody in life. My grandmother knew that I had no future in Guatemala, so she decided to let me become independent so I could reach my dream of becoming a
I slowly opened the front door -- the same old creak echoed its way throughout the old house, announcing my arrival just seconds before I called out, "Grandma!" She appeared around the corner with the normal spring in her steps. Her small but round 5'1" frame scurried up to greet me with a big hug and an exclamation of, "Oh, how good to see you." It was her eighty-fifth birthday today, an amazing feat to me, just part of everyday life to her. The familiar mix of Estee Lauder and old lotion wafted in my direction as she pulled away to "admire how much I've grown." I stopped growing eight years ago, but really, it wasn't worth pointing this fact out. The house, too, smelled the same as it's ever smelled, I imagine, even when my father and his brothers grew up here more than forty years ago -- musty smoke and apple pie blended with the aroma of chocolate chip cookies. The former was my grandfather's contribution, whose habit took him away from us nearly five years ago; the latter, of course, comes from the delectable delights from my grandmother's kitchen. Everything was just as it should be.
With responsibility comes accountability. My parents exhibited that responsibility must be complemented by accountability. This means that in addition to being reliable, one must also exercise due diligence in honoring commitments. Being accountable also implies that one must take ownership of his or her
There is only one place in this world I would go to find the meaning of life, my childhood home. In my memories, that house has always been my sanctuary. Safety brings a touch of tranquility, free of twisted negativity that would clear the way of finding the meaning of my life. My house opens a door to a whirlwind of deep love for everything it stands for and distaste for the way it looks. When you 're living in an unseemly house, surrounded by people who thinks its an eyesore, was when I learned the superficiality of the people around me. That house became my heaven as well as, my hell. I was caught between my appreciation for my own home and the approval of others, but as I grew up I found out what I should treasure more is the simple joys of life.
Their house was old. My grandparents lived in it most of their adult lives. It was white with black trimming, but most of the paint was chipped away. On the back porch was firewood all year long. No matter if it was winter; spring, summer, or fall the wood was always there. Red, yellow, purple flowers grew alongside the house all spring and summer.
Being around her I was always nurtured and felt much love, I felt safe. My grandmother presence has affected me in a positive way. I feel as though the effects are great; my learning experience is one that sacrificed for anything. She continues to inspire me to become successful and finish college no matter what. My grandmother is a business lady and someday soon I will have a business of my own. I have learned so much from my grandmother; I can take these lessons and have a bright, rich and successful future because of them. I have received so much love from her and I thank her for that each and every day. It’s not a day that goes by that we don’t speak and every day she inspires me to do better and push harder in my studies. I really appreciate everything that she has taught me and I have nothing but the up-most respect for this lady…Selena
They say grandparents, are the two most favorite people in the world to children. Grandparents are the main characters of your childhood, they are the ones that leave you with the most beautiful memories of your life. Some grandparent’s teach you a very valuable lesson of life, they teach you respect, hard work, family values, and unlimited love. They show you their love in many ways, they say I love you in words as well as actions. Grandparents are the ones that sometimes get you out of trouble and guide you to the correct path. They show you trust, a trust that cannot never be broken.