Mamaw Narrative

Mamaw About 17 years ago, there was a terrified seventeen year old girl holding a pregnancy test that read positive. She thought to herself, “I’m not ready, I don’t know what to do.” That was my mother. Despite the fear, she loved my father and accepted the fact that soon I would make my appearance. On a hot summer night in July of 1998, those scared teenagers became parents to a healthy baby girl. Fast forward five years later, my young parents are constantly going out at night and coming back at 3 AM. They were just fulfilling the partying that they did not get to experience while I was a toddler. Of course I didn’t mind. While they were taking shots at a club, I was sipping chocolate milk with my favorite person, Mamaw. I basically grew up in Mamaw’s house. I was attached at her hip and no one could take me away without a screaming, crying tantrum. I love my parents, they have done their best. I know raising a child isn’t easy, especially when …show more content…
From recipes to bible verses, I grew up thinking she was the smartest woman in the world. Mamaw taught me about God. My earliest memories are waking up early on Sunday morning for church. She would put my hair in pig tails and put my prettiest dress on. She helped me memorize the Ten Commandments and The Lord’s Prayer. She is the Godliest woman I know. She taught me about gardening. I remember helping her dig holes for the rose bushes. Her yard is beautiful, filled with plants that she cares for so carefully. She taught me how to cook, I’ve perfected her infamous chicken and dumplings recipe. I am convinced no one can out-cook her. Mamaw exposed me to different places and people. If it wasn’t for her, I would have never met our exchange students from Japan, Brazil, and Germany. I also would’ve never traveled to Chicago, New Orleans, or Kentucky. Still today, even if it is a small-talk conversation, I will always learn something from