We all know that one person who likes it their way and is too stubborn to allow a situation to go in any direction they don 't see fit. Being that person, I learned the perfect balance of striving for what I want and still being a person with well put morals. There is a fine line between stubbornness and being spoiled. I believe that stubbornness isn 't a negative characteristic, yet a gift to strive for what you want. On my fifteenth birthday I had one thing in mind, a car. I knew that I had to start planning a few years ahead if I wanted a car by the time I was allowed to.
Before my major personal discovery, I was always told my stubbornness wasn 't a trait to be a proud of. When my mom first realized she was having a little …show more content…
To her surprise she got a hard headed daughter who from the start, wanted things her way or no way. When I was just a baby my mom 's dream of dressing me up cute was out of the question. I threw off every head band and cute dress that was put on me. For more unfortunate events, as a toddler I hated socks but loved to run around. A result of my stubbornness, was a unrelenting stench from my feet at the end of a sockless yet productive day. As I got older the stubbornness directed its attention to different situations. Junior high school I thought brushing my all my hair to one side to create "side bangs", was the style. No matter how many times my mom tried to tell me how ridiculous I looked, I decided to do my hair the way I wanted. The stylish bangs made me itchy and covered half my face, but my unwavering need to get what I want led to a year of scratching my forehead and moving my hair out of my eyes every second. Situations like this carried on and from my mom 's reactions, I started to assume my stubbornness wasn 't good.
A few days before my fifteenth birthday my mom sat me down to discuss the way I viewed things. She reminded me that now that I am about to be a young women I have to