Personal Narrative: My First Child

I can remember when I had my first child all I told myself was that I wanted to raise my child into a lovable, acceptable and responsible adult. I have heard that raising children is one of the toughest jobs on earth. The first time holding my baby was amazing. It was very exciting to see a new life, the vulnerability, the innocence, the full dependence and total trust melted my heart. Bathing my son and feeding him was very exciting, but also a lot of responsibility. What made all that activity worth it was how peaceful he looked when he slept, and how his eyes sparkled when he looked at me. He was very easy to please. The best part was how he looked appreciative of the small little things we did for him. Being around him made me feel very …show more content…
Donovan had to balance life between being a student leader, a popular guy, and having a social life. He managed to do so with the guidance of his teachers. His record was stellar. I was always at the top. At some point though, He was caught in some drugs stuff, and had got suspended for two weeks. Donovan parents were disappointed. At this point, his grades had dropped. He had to take that time to reflect on his life. Around that time, there were these men from a local industrial plant that came to mentor some guys from church. He joined them and listened to their stories. He was intrigued by their stories. So he purposed to work with them at the industrial plant someday. When he returned to school, he joined the Physics and Applied Mathematics class. Two years down the line, he graduated top of his class with a scholarship to a local …show more content…
I was going to live on my own for the very first time. My dad gave me his old car, and I lived in a one roomed apartment next to the car sales agency where my dad worked. Living alone meant that I made my decisions on what to eat and wear, when to come home and where I went. I was my responsibility. I did minor jobs to support myself. At first, I wasted all my income in parties and on friends. I went hungry on two occasions to learn how to make a budget. I am now wiser with money.
When I turned twenty, I was in a relationship with Terrell and I fell in love with him. He was handsome, friendly and fun to be around. We spent a lot of time together. He liked outdoor activities and sports. I loved him, a little too deeply. Then one day he told me that he was talking to someone else from his job around the same time we met. As he went on to tell me they were talking he said that it was serious and he wanted to marry her. I tried to talk him out of not marrying her and to break it off. But his mind was made up. He broke my heart. I realized I could not recognize most of what I was. I was so into him that I forgot the things that made me happy. It took me a long time to get back on my