Why Are My Parents Important To Me

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When I was in the first grade my father insisted on reviewing my homework with me every night. Now, in the first grade there wasn’t much to do, but he expected me to do well. I can remember rewriting my assignments repeatedly. My father not only demanded that my work be completed, but that it was written in the most legible handwriting he thought I was capable of. To some this may seem harsh, I was only in the first grade for god’s sake, but it was purposeful. It was expressing to me that my parents, my father especially, would not let me just skate by. There was a level of excellence that was to be attained. Moments like these shaped my perceptions of what my parents required of me as a student. I benefitted from it extremely and I am positive that other children would too. Having active and attentive parents is the greatest influence in a child’s literacy and overall growth and development in education.
Unfortunately, many parents and caregivers feel that schools are responsible for teaching our children everything they need to know. However, many of the most important things I’ve learned in my life were not taught in school textbooks. My mother, having
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In addition to the many other books I had passed down to me from my older brother and sister, I had a collection of my own. This was the best thing my parents could have done for me. They nurtured what I was already interested in. Many times parents try to live vicariously through their children. Parents often want their kids to have the same interests as they do, and in turn, shy them away from things they don’t care for. Aside from personal interest, as I continued throughout elementary school my interest wasn’t the only motivation leading me to read. Suddenly, things were changing. My school was closing. My parents were charged with the mission of finding a school for me that fit me and my needs as a

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