Looking back through the years of living with my parents has changed my views on adults in good and bad ways. I feel like watching my parents growing up helped shaped the person I am today, also in good and bad ways. I have a mother who has always been there for me and done everything she can for me to become a mature adult. I have an amazing stepdad who began taking care of me at a very young age. My biological father wasn't so much in my life, but his actions showed me what not to do as an adult.
I always remember it being just my mom and I. She was a mother who had to work all day everyday, but still managed to feed me dinner and tuck me into bed every night. She is the strongest person I know. She really did everything she could for me when we had so little. She made it seem like we had so much. She taught me how to appreciate the little things, to take every obstacle in life and make something of it. I'm very grateful for that too. I wouldn't be the person I am today without her. I remember her always making me dinner, and often times it was the same thing for a couple of days but it was a hot meal for us to have together. Today, that just shows me that it is possible, to take the littlest possible and make it something more. She is my rock that's for sure.
My stepdad came along a couple years into my life. At first I wasn't sure about it, because I hadn't really had a male figure in life. My mother was always the one adult in my life who did both the mother and father duties. When it came to punishment it was a rude awakening for me, because he had a deeper voice and a more stern like method about him. That showed me that the men in life or the father in the house hold was supposed to be the one to take care of the problems.
I never remember my biological father and mother together. So when for awhile I just thought all duties were my moms. When my stepdad came into the picture it was like the duties split. My mom still took care of the cooking and the cleaning of the house. My stepdad would worry about the yard work and "fixing" things.
Growing up I did look at adults in different ways. As I got older though watching my mom do her mom duties and my stepdad do the dad duties it showed me that that's who things are supposed to go. That the memories of my biological father isn't normal for adults. That there are adults who do have there life's together. I think that's why I try so hard to be like my mother in the strongest way because I want things to go as smoothly as possible. Of course there are gonna be obstacles but viewing adults has shaped my adult life.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Childhood Memories
From a very early age I can remember sharing a room with my mother. It was just her and I until I was about three years old. She had always told me I had my own bed in her room but I always seemed to end up back in bed with her. We met my what is now stepfather right around my third birthday. I celebrated it at his house with family and friends. When it came to time to open gifts I was told to go upstairs to what was gone be my bedroom. When I opened the door it wasn't just an empty bare guest bedroom anymore. It was now my room! There was brand new furniture, a Barbie doll house and a princess themed bedroom suit. I had never had a room of my own so I was very excited!
A couple years had passed and my fifth birthday was coming up. We were moving into a new house as a family. I was at school on my birthday and I remember getting picked up from school and taken to the new house. My parents had been off work that day because they were trying to move all our stuff in. I hadn't really been in the house yet so I only remember it being bare up until we got there. When I walked in, I walked straight to my room and when I opened the door it was a complete transformation from my princess theme at the old place to a crayon themed room painted red! I had a new bed which was a red bunk bed. There were blocks on the ground and giant crayon piggy banks. They had also set up some balloons and presents with cake on the little table set. We had only lived in that house for a short period of time because we had a new family member come a long and we needed more space.
So here comes moving time into our newly built house. I didn't really get a theme for this room until a later birthday, I don't remember my age so much but I was in intermediate school I think. I came home from school and I wasn't expecting a new bedroom suit because I had already opened presents. I went to my room to out them up and my parents had painted my room and gotten a new comforter for my bed. You could say it was more "grown up" like for a girl my age becoming a teenager. My room seemed to stay the same for awhile, up until I got into high school and we were moving again!
When we moved into the house I live in now, I just got a new blanket for my bed. I didn't paint, nor get new furniture. My new blanket though, you guessed it, was given to me for my birthday. My senior year I had decided to paint my room and just move the furniture around, I didn't really act on it though. I had been out of town for my eighteenth and when I got home I wanted to unpack and nap. My door was always kept shut when I was gone but this time it was open and I could smell fresh paint. I started smiling cause I knew they had done it again. I pushed my door all the way open and it was like a totally different room. It was like my third birthday all over a again! It was a totally different color, there was new furniture in a different arrangement then before. It had new sheets, blankets, and pillows! I even had a brand new flat screen hanging on the wall! It had to of been the best transformation since my third birthday getting my very own room.
This has always been something I could remember very many details about. It made a very big impact on my life at a very young age and I think that's why my parents carried on the tradition. Just writing about it brings up more details I couldn't remember before, but its something we talk about often in my family. Especially around my birthday, which is coming up next month!
A couple years had passed and my fifth birthday was coming up. We were moving into a new house as a family. I was at school on my birthday and I remember getting picked up from school and taken to the new house. My parents had been off work that day because they were trying to move all our stuff in. I hadn't really been in the house yet so I only remember it being bare up until we got there. When I walked in, I walked straight to my room and when I opened the door it was a complete transformation from my princess theme at the old place to a crayon themed room painted red! I had a new bed which was a red bunk bed. There were blocks on the ground and giant crayon piggy banks. They had also set up some balloons and presents with cake on the little table set. We had only lived in that house for a short period of time because we had a new family member come a long and we needed more space.
So here comes moving time into our newly built house. I didn't really get a theme for this room until a later birthday, I don't remember my age so much but I was in intermediate school I think. I came home from school and I wasn't expecting a new bedroom suit because I had already opened presents. I went to my room to out them up and my parents had painted my room and gotten a new comforter for my bed. You could say it was more "grown up" like for a girl my age becoming a teenager. My room seemed to stay the same for awhile, up until I got into high school and we were moving again!
When we moved into the house I live in now, I just got a new blanket for my bed. I didn't paint, nor get new furniture. My new blanket though, you guessed it, was given to me for my birthday. My senior year I had decided to paint my room and just move the furniture around, I didn't really act on it though. I had been out of town for my eighteenth and when I got home I wanted to unpack and nap. My door was always kept shut when I was gone but this time it was open and I could smell fresh paint. I started smiling cause I knew they had done it again. I pushed my door all the way open and it was like a totally different room. It was like my third birthday all over a again! It was a totally different color, there was new furniture in a different arrangement then before. It had new sheets, blankets, and pillows! I even had a brand new flat screen hanging on the wall! It had to of been the best transformation since my third birthday getting my very own room.
This has always been something I could remember very many details about. It made a very big impact on my life at a very young age and I think that's why my parents carried on the tradition. Just writing about it brings up more details I couldn't remember before, but its something we talk about often in my family. Especially around my birthday, which is coming up next month!
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