Disappointment As a kid I always had a fear of disappointing my parents. It was as if I was born with this fear. No matter what the case was I never wanted them to look down on me. I always wanted them to be proud of me for doing good things at school and trying out for activities out of school. My parents would see their friend’s children do great things so I wanted to do the same. This was how I learned my very first big lesson. I love my mom very much. My mom was always nice to me even when I messed up. However, I knew deep down she was slightly disappointed. Her eyes said it all. But even so, she’d look at me with a big smile. “Everything is going to be okay” mom said. She’d say that all the time. Of course I loved my dad too, but
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It was an all girls soccer team and I thought I would make new friends, but none of the girls talked to me. That didn’t bother me however, this decision was dedicated to my dad, not on making new friends. We got done stretching and did exercises that would help us on passing. I didn’t have much experience on playing soccer and the girls noticed because I saw them laughing at each pass I did.
“I don’t think you’ll do well being on this team. These girls already had experience playing soccer before they joined this team and you haven’t. I might move you to a team with younger kids.” the coach said.
I could hear the girls giggling. I felt embarrassed and I began to think of what my dad would say once he found out that I would have to play soccer with little kids. After practice I left immediately with my mom and told her about how I would have to play with younger kids. As I was talking to her I started telling her how I was so scared to tell my dad about this and I could feel myself tear up. She stopped me from talking and looked into my eyes. At that moment, I knew she realised I only did this to make my dad …show more content…
I was no longer scared. I no longer cared about if people would like my decisions or not. I no longer cared if people were disappointed. That day I wasn’t scared to tell my dad about what happened. When I told him, I was surprised he didn’t get mad. He told me to just keep trying. And I did. I played with the little kids in my soccer team and I got better and better. To the point where they moved me back to the team I originally started in, all the girls that laughed at me before were there. This time, I was better than they were. I did all kind of passes and was able to play all positions in soccer. The girls and the coach were surprised of how good I became in soccer. The girls even apologized for laughing at me before, and I accepted their apology. It was as if I could smell and taste happiness, and I loved it. Each day I reminded myself about what my mom told me and I am so grateful that she did. I started showing my dad more love, and as I did, he became less grumpy. Over the years I became closer to my dad, all because of my mom. I love my parents very
It was an all girls soccer team and I thought I would make new friends, but none of the girls talked to me. That didn’t bother me however, this decision was dedicated to my dad, not on making new friends. We got done stretching and did exercises that would help us on passing. I didn’t have much experience on playing soccer and the girls noticed because I saw them laughing at each pass I did.
“I don’t think you’ll do well being on this team. These girls already had experience playing soccer before they joined this team and you haven’t. I might move you to a team with younger kids.” the coach said.
I could hear the girls giggling. I felt embarrassed and I began to think of what my dad would say once he found out that I would have to play soccer with little kids. After practice I left immediately with my mom and told her about how I would have to play with younger kids. As I was talking to her I started telling her how I was so scared to tell my dad about this and I could feel myself tear up. She stopped me from talking and looked into my eyes. At that moment, I knew she realised I only did this to make my dad …show more content…
I was no longer scared. I no longer cared about if people would like my decisions or not. I no longer cared if people were disappointed. That day I wasn’t scared to tell my dad about what happened. When I told him, I was surprised he didn’t get mad. He told me to just keep trying. And I did. I played with the little kids in my soccer team and I got better and better. To the point where they moved me back to the team I originally started in, all the girls that laughed at me before were there. This time, I was better than they were. I did all kind of passes and was able to play all positions in soccer. The girls and the coach were surprised of how good I became in soccer. The girls even apologized for laughing at me before, and I accepted their apology. It was as if I could smell and taste happiness, and I loved it. Each day I reminded myself about what my mom told me and I am so grateful that she did. I started showing my dad more love, and as I did, he became less grumpy. Over the years I became closer to my dad, all because of my mom. I love my parents very