Essay on My Parents, My Dad

1082 Words Sep 1st, 2016 null Page
I grew up in a small church, where my mom was a Sunday school teacher and my dad was the Assistant Pastor. They also were involved in the youth a lot. Growing up, I can remember driving down the road on our way to church and seeing kids that knew or my mom knew and we would ask them if they wanted to go to church with us. Next thing you knew, we have like 5-6 local kids going to church with us. I can remember when we use to ask them where they lived so we could make sure that it was alright with their parents if they came to church with us and they would reply and say “My parents aren’t home they are working, they won’t care.” or “As long as I am not in the house, my parents don’t care.” It was very sad to hear that kind of responses. Then when it became time for church the next week, the children that we brought with us would come back, but they had friends with them. I was an only child, so most of the kids that came to church with us became like brothers and sisters to me. They thought of my parents as their parents. My mom also was a substitute teacher while I was growing up, so we would be walking down the halls and you would here kids call out “Hi mom!” to my mom. She was a role model to the kids and they looked up to her. Seeing how my mom has impacted children through being a teacher and a Sunday school teacher, has made me realize that I was to impact someone 's life just like she has. Helping children learn, having a passion for children, and making a difference…

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