Personal Narrative: My Grandmother's Criticism

A Grandmother’s Criticism

In my life, I have learned that there are two options when accepting criticism from grandmothers. One is to take it to heart and try to change, and the other option is to simply let it go through one ear and out the other. The relevance of the critique is the defining factor. While most people believe that nobody is perfect, my grandmother seems to believe the contrary. There is one regretful occurrence of her unsolicited and hypercritical advice that always comes to my mind when I reminisce back to the times where I allowed her opinion to affect my self-esteem… As I grabbed my backpack and sidestepped through the crowded aisle of the school bus, I remembered that my grandmother, Mimi, was staying over at our house for the week. It was a Wednesday afternoon, so I was looking forward to working on my homework right away, but with Mimi over, I knew she would want me to spend time with her. Sure enough, as soon as I opened the door, I saw that she was there waiting for me. “Hi, how was your day?” Mimi routinely asked. …show more content…
I did not bother returning the question since I knew she would just sigh and tell me how she was “just alright” and “moseying around.” “You better eat some yogurt,” my grandmother stated. Regardless if I wanted any yogurt or not, Mimi took the value-sized container out of the fridge. For some reason, she always wanted me to eat yogurt as a snack. Whether it was after school, before bed, or with dinner, she insisted on my eating of yogurt. I always tried to please her, so I ate it with no resistance. “Oh, you better finish that, Alayna,” Mimi remarked with a condescending nod towards