Every Saturday, I distinctly recall the smell of pancakes, bacon, and eggs. The radio would be playing in the background, masked by the overwhelming chatter occurring throughout the house. So many things happening in such a small space: what I remember most, is the sound of laughter, and the smiles that surrounded me. My grandpa hollering because he cannot hear the television, my mother still drowsy from the sleepless night, My grandmother singing to the radio that was barely audible over the commotion, and me, invariably sat looking at all that surrounded me, enthralled at how lucky I was to have a heart so full. My family so different to most, but so beautiful to me, instilled in me such a strong sense of independence, strength and determination.
…show more content…
It was quite interesting growing up in a house filled with three generations of O’mara women. My grandmother, my mother, and myself living under one roof taught me to cherish my background and heritage. While I was the spitting image of my mother, my mother is the spitting image of my grandmother. I never quite realize just how much I am made up of both of these women I am one woman made from one part of each woman. Gail Lumet Buckley wrote in her book The Hornes, “Family faces are magic mirrors. Looking at people who belong to us, we see the past, present and future. We make discoveries about ourselves.” As I aged into adulthood I began to find my own self, while I always thought I was my mother’s daughter I realized I contained so many attributes from my …show more content…
It was the dress, it was those moments that made me realize that I was beautiful not matter what the world would say. There are so many memories that I hold dear and cherish so deeply when thinking about my grandmother, but the thing I cherish the most from her, is the woman she gave me as a
It was quite interesting growing up in a house filled with three generations of O’mara women. My grandmother, my mother, and myself living under one roof taught me to cherish my background and heritage. While I was the spitting image of my mother, my mother is the spitting image of my grandmother. I never quite realize just how much I am made up of both of these women I am one woman made from one part of each woman. Gail Lumet Buckley wrote in her book The Hornes, “Family faces are magic mirrors. Looking at people who belong to us, we see the past, present and future. We make discoveries about ourselves.” As I aged into adulthood I began to find my own self, while I always thought I was my mother’s daughter I realized I contained so many attributes from my …show more content…
It was the dress, it was those moments that made me realize that I was beautiful not matter what the world would say. There are so many memories that I hold dear and cherish so deeply when thinking about my grandmother, but the thing I cherish the most from her, is the woman she gave me as a