I often have so much that I want to write about. Of course I never have the time, so I thought instead of sitting here wondering what topic I would like to write about, I would just go ahead and continue with the basics.
I live with my family. We’re a fairly functional bunch. I have had some rough patches with my younger sister but it all worked out in the end.
My paternal grandparents mean the world to me. They were the ones who taught me to walk and talk. Even though I’m so much older now, I still have bad days if I don’t get to see them in the morning. They are my motivation. My grandmother, Mama, is soft spoken and has quiet wisdom that she is always ready to pass on. She sort of reminds me of Grandmother Willow, the tree in Pocahontas. She is very religious so that in turn affects my life. My grandfather is rugged and stubborn man, he reminds me of my father, who in turn reminds me of myself. He has seen the world change in his life time and it is so fun to listen as he tells stories of the past. My Daddy, as I call my grandfather, is a fix-it man, anything broken in the house he takes care of. He reminds me that I can do anything I set my mind to and calms me down when I get frustrated or stressed.
My Mom and Papa are both people who I seem to be getting along with better as I age. The older and more mature I get, the more we see eye to eye. Most people say its the opposite for them, they have trouble getting along. The truth is that I’m afraid of growing up a little. I like the way things are going right now, as much as I complain. My parents are what ground me nd remind me of what is to come in my life. My dad especially keeps me focused. My mother and I have a different relationship, it seems the less we see of each other, the more we love each other. With her I know that if we lived in different houses, we would be the best of friends. But alas, she is here to tell me to clean my room, do my homework, straiten things up, and other things that I know to do without being told. The best thing about my mother is that she hasn’t forgotten what is important to us, her children. She spoils us with love and attention.
My sister and my cousin who lives with us, they are a little tricky. For the past year, as my sister entered the preteen stage, I just couldn’t get along with her. I still have that problem some days. But it seems that we have been united against a common enemy, my cousin. We just complain to each to her about him, even though he isn’t nearly as bad as we make it seem. My solution for my antagonistic feelings toward him is avoiding hanging out with him at home. Its weird how we go to the same school and we live in the same house, but I only talk to him twice a day or so.
Well there’s a quick little summary of my feelings towards my family now. Of course, if I had written this two days ago it would be different. It all depends on my mood.
I must have been very tired when I wrote this on Friday night, I just noticed it was sitting in my drafts.