Impact of Family
“Finish your water bottle!”
“You won’t be happy until you break that, will you?”
“Cupcakes are NOT a breakfast food!”
“Eat your veggies!”
“Your bed is not a trampoline!”
“Wash your hands before eating!”
Regular reminders by the most benevolent human being of our house:, my mother. These reminders come out of care but sound like an alarm that keeps ringing in my ears – every half an hour with a special appearance of lame jokes by my witty dad to save me from getting scolded for my mischief. All these little moments of quality time meant the world to me. I honestly don’t know how my parents always have a way of creating magical memories in the simplest way possible. Despite their busy schedules, they always manage to find ways to make me feel loved and cherished.
I truly believe a root of one’s personality has a lot to do with the environment they have at home. The environment at my home helped me build an optimistic personality for myself. Back in my middle school days, I had a tough time with my math grades. Even though I had always been a diligent student, my grades had a rapid reduction in math during my second quarter. I just couldn’t seem to grasp the material, and my grades started slipping. I felt really frustrated and disappointed in myself. The more I was overthinking about my grades, the more I was terrified about my parents’ reaction to it. Having bad grades can be tough, but reporting parents about that can be worse. I expected my parents to be mad at me, but they chose to surprise me by giving a positive response to my horrible grades. That little reaction from them truly changed my perspective about them and my failures. Instead of getting mad they sat down with me and talked about what might have been going down and how they are happy with the fact that I told them honestly about my grades rather than hiding it. That day their one reaction provided me with a sense of security, love, and comfort that is unparalleled for life.
My parents reassured me that everyone has ups and downs, and that one grade does not define my abilities or worth. They encouraged me to stay positive and reminded me that I could learn from mistakes rather than overthinking about it. They helped me come up with a study plan which will help me improve my grades. They kept reminding me that the improvement in progress is better than the old result as it only helped me to become a better version of myself. Since then I decided to work harder and get better grades. There were days when I got too overwhelmed with studies and had very negative thoughts about my grades, but one comforting hug from my parents and a reassuring presence of their support helped me overcome all those challenges. In the end, all my hard work paid off as I finished my middle school with excellent results. My parents celebrated my achievement and reminded me again to always look at the brighter side.
My parents’ positive reaction to my bad grade played a significant role in shaping my life in the most incredible way possible. It taught me to approach life’s challenges with a positive attitude, to see setbacks as temporary, and to always look for the silver lining. At present all I could be is grateful for such amazing parents who are no less than any superheros for me.