Reflective Essay On Perspective

According to Google, perspective is an attitude toward, or way of regarding something. This definition means that perspective is all about how you look at something. When I think about perspective, it means your point of view. For example, you can have a perspective drawing, or a perspective on life, but you are not limited to just those two. Also, perspectives can change. They can change in as little as a day or over a certain period. A perspective as a child is tremendously different than a perspective of an adult. As a mother you must try to protect your child while giving them the best life that you can. You want to buy the nicest clothes for your children, and teach them to always say yes ma’am, yes sir, no ma’am, and no sir. You want

Some people pick up on it rather quick, whether it be because someone has told them they’re disgusting, or they see it through their own eyes. Then there are those people that will never notice their filth, and unfortunately not everyone learns to clean up after themselves. Living on campus at Spartanburg Methodist with three other girls my age has made me realize that not everyone was taught to clean up after themselves the way my mother taught me. The first incident that led me to this conclusion was on a weeknight, after a long hard day of workouts, class, and practice I was sitting in the bathroom, I look down to my right—there was no toilet paper. What kind of person doesn’t put toilet paper back on the roll after they use it all?! As if being stranded in the bathroom wasn’t enough I walked out into the living room and a stench of onion almost knocks me down. I look around and someone left their sub wrapper on the living room table. When confronted about leaving a mess in the room each person claimed to understand how it’s not acceptable to leave their stuff thrown throughout the dorm, yet it continued to happen. As I have grown up I now realize that every time my mother would yell at me for leaving food out, not changing the toilet paper roll, leaving a wet towel on my bed, etc., she was preparing me for life on my own. My mother was teaching me how to pick up after myself because one day she wouldn’t be there to wash my laundry or tell me what time to go to bed. All the times that I thought my mom was the bossiest mom in the world and a nag, I was wrong, she was teaching me responsibility at a young