Since I was young, there have always been a struggle between my parents and I. This situation began when my father passed away when I was three years old. Ihave lived with my mother and Step-father ever since.
Although I love them both,we do not always seem to see eye to eye on many issues. The cause of this is inpart due to my wild nature. I like to stay out late and do things that if caughtcould get me in lots of trouble. I am under the impression that they resent myrelationship with my grandmother. I like to stay often with my grandmotherrather than at home, which they do not understand. I have stayed with mygrandmother every weekend since my father became sick with cancer, in 1982.
After my father passed away in 1983, I continued to visit her. My mother andstepfather both respect my father’s mother a great deal, and would do anythingfor her. But they fail to see why I want to spend so much time with her. Mygrandmother is a large influence in my life. She has, and still does, so muchfor me.
Nanny has always had a big heart for her family, but no one is as closeto her as myself. Since I was two years old, my grandmother and I have gone outand done many things together. We have had many great memories together which Iwill remember for the rest of my life. We have gone out to eat, watched manybaseball games togather, bone bowling, amd many other things. If my parentscould only realize how strongly I feel about her and the time I spend with myher. I wish they could be a little more considerate of my feelings and not putme in the position that they often do.
The relationship between my grandmotherand I has been tested many times. As I was getting older, my parents would tryto find things that would keep me from visiting her during the. They would findthings such as mowing the lawn, washing cars, and doing house chores. Thesething they know I hate to do, but they seemed to want them done anyway. Thoughthey do not mind when I spend some time with my grandmother, they feel that Ishould spend more time with them.
My senior year in high school was the timethat they really were getting to me. Nanny broke her arm one day when she felldown in the kitchen. Since then I have moved in with her. They felt that thiswas a bad decision. I do love my parents dearly, but I felt that it was the bestthing at the time. As of this day I do not regret the decisions that I have madein regards to spending time with my grandmother.
I love and respect my parents,still but wish that they would not put me in the positions that they do. Since Ibegan attending college, my parents have been a little more reasonable about theentire situation. This does not mean that they do not still give me a hard time. I just hope that by the time I finish with college they will understand how Ifeel, and not worry me about as much as they do.
