Personal Narrative Essay: My Early Mother And Early Childhood

My early childhood is filled with fond memories. Many of my memories are with my mom and my grandma. As I age, it does get harder to remember certain things as a child, especially as I read the chapter for this week. For example, Piaget’s preoperational stage, by identifying the world with images drawings, words, and symbolic thought. I don’t necessarily remember when I could recognize images, words at an exact age. Although, I do remember spending time with my grandparents and my grandma would have me practice my writing all the time! She had me write cursive and had me print in lots of practice books- I loved it! That definitely started a trend because I continued to write and make homemade books throughout my childhood. Also, my

My teacher gave me an assignment to complete my family tree. I was so excited to ask my mom about my family history and learn more about my family. Also, I was secretly hoping I could find out more about my father, who I had never met. My mom and I completed her side of the family tree, easily. Then, I started asking about my father’s side of the family tree and I remember my mom saying, “Cally I do not know anything about your father’s side of the family. You can either fill it in with your step-dad or leave it blank.” I was absolutely devastated! 1. I could not even think about turning in incomplete homework. 2. I wanted more information about my father and didn’t get them. 3. I wasn’t very close to my step-dad, so I didn’t want to put his family in my tree. I cried most of the night. My mom did her best to reassure me and she has always kept me informed about not knowing my father, I had plenty of questions, but she just didn’t know the answers and wasn’t thrilled when talking about it. I think I eventually ended up writing in my step-dads family. Still feeling incomplete, not normal, and curious if I’d ever meet my

The last theory of social cognitive theory of gender I can recall as in my early childhood. When I was 4, almost 5 years old, I gained a sibling. It was super exciting for me! I wanted to be a part of everything to prepare for the new baby brother; pick a name out, change diapers, read to him, etc. My mom encouraged and praised me for wanted to be involved and help out. As I think about this, if I was a 4-year-old boy, would she have been as encouraging to me to change the baby’s diaper, probably not. My mom was teaching me to be responsible and how to care for