Self-reflective essay.
“We should all have one person who knows how to bless us despite the evidence; Grandmother was that person to me” (Phyllis Theroux).
I was thrust kicking and screaming into this world on the 26th of February 1997 in Auckland, New Zealand. With my father having gotten lost on his way to the hospital, and then accosted by a Maori man, he barely made it there for my birth so it all turned into a rather stressful affair. My grandmother on my mother’s side, Glenys Hopkinson, who lived in New Zealand, has definitely been an influential person in my life. While she was still alive we were close as we shared many of the same interests, including reading and Monopoly. It also didn’t hurt that I was her first grandchild and that I was born on her birthday. Even though my grandmother only had a few short weeks with me before I left for Vanuatu with my mother, where my parents had been living before my birth, there are more than enough photographs of this time to prove that I was hardly ever left alone. Trips back to New Zealand were …show more content…
She was very invested in my education and that of my sisters, constantly sending us images of fossils and other such things, which were obviously very interesting for young children. She wanted us to do well and to be proud if we did well and believe in our own intelligence. Once in Year 4, much to her delight I did particularly well on an English exam and one of the most precious I still own items I own in terms of sentimental value is a small locket that she sent me as a reward for my efforts. It is a keepsake that I often look at or wear, and whenever I do, remember her. From my grandmother, I have learned to value education and realise that it is a gift that, not everyone receives. She also taught me that when people do well, it is important to let them, know you are proud of them as they may not know your feelings
“We should all have one person who knows how to bless us despite the evidence; Grandmother was that person to me” (Phyllis Theroux).
I was thrust kicking and screaming into this world on the 26th of February 1997 in Auckland, New Zealand. With my father having gotten lost on his way to the hospital, and then accosted by a Maori man, he barely made it there for my birth so it all turned into a rather stressful affair. My grandmother on my mother’s side, Glenys Hopkinson, who lived in New Zealand, has definitely been an influential person in my life. While she was still alive we were close as we shared many of the same interests, including reading and Monopoly. It also didn’t hurt that I was her first grandchild and that I was born on her birthday. Even though my grandmother only had a few short weeks with me before I left for Vanuatu with my mother, where my parents had been living before my birth, there are more than enough photographs of this time to prove that I was hardly ever left alone. Trips back to New Zealand were …show more content…
She was very invested in my education and that of my sisters, constantly sending us images of fossils and other such things, which were obviously very interesting for young children. She wanted us to do well and to be proud if we did well and believe in our own intelligence. Once in Year 4, much to her delight I did particularly well on an English exam and one of the most precious I still own items I own in terms of sentimental value is a small locket that she sent me as a reward for my efforts. It is a keepsake that I often look at or wear, and whenever I do, remember her. From my grandmother, I have learned to value education and realise that it is a gift that, not everyone receives. She also taught me that when people do well, it is important to let them, know you are proud of them as they may not know your feelings