Personal Childhood Web
Vinnette Morgan is my paternal
grandparent, she always nurtured me with biblical quotes, give hugs when I need
it and always have the time to listen . Grandma gives encouraging words whenever
there’s a disappointment in my life. She’s my cheer leader in all my
accomplishment. Her famous word of encouragement is “Weeping may endure for the
night but joy comes in the morning” and “You can’t go to heaven without going
through hell”
Edgar Morgan , my dad, taught me
all about quality time.Though he’s a very firm disciplinarian, Daddy always
give hugs and kisses and set the foundation about education. He always buy me
books on my birthdays, read the to me, and made sure my educational needs are
always met.
Neeri Morgan,my granddad, sings
silly piggy back songs and share African folklore. His stories allowed me to
use my imagination.Like grandma, papa, use parables as form of encouragements. His favorite parables are, “Think
before you act, look before you leap,consider the end before you begin” and “
Give with a willing heart”
My 7th grade food and
nutrition educator was the only professional who didn't turn her nose up at her
students despite their demographic strata. She
shared stories of her childhood, most of her students made a connection.
Ms Mckenzie was never absent, she always tell her students not to be ashamed of
who they are, and where they live.
My aunt Demora Morgan took my
sister and I under her wings when my dad migrated to the USA. With six children
of her own and being the caregiver of my great grandmother, she had comforting
words whenever I’m sad about my dad leaving, there’s always room for one more in
her arms, or on her lap.
The positive emotional support
that I had experienced from my family and teacher had help to shape my decision
of working in the professional field of education. They were inspirational
teachers who believed in me and help to
nurtured my growth. Even though there were some stimuli that interfered
, the support I had made it less irrelevant to my success. I have not seen or
spoken to my 7th grade teacher since that school year ended. Papa departed the earth since 1995,
however my dad ,aunt and
grandmother continue deliver their
words of encouragement.They tell me everyday how proudly I had made them
feel. They remind me about my pass and encourages me to use all my failures and
misfortunes as a stepping stone to the next level of success.Grandma current
words of encouragement and nurturing, “ You have beaten the odds and broke the
cycle,thank you I love”. My aunt Demora gives me random phone calls, she greets
with these words, “Hello my baby pie sweet doll, Just checking up on you”. My
dad calls, or often drop by my home just to remind me of how much he cares of my well being.I remember one of his miss call voice message, “Miss
Natalie give me a call,remember too much work and no play makes Jack a dull
boy”.The envision of my success had its' own interpretation of the old African proverb, “It takes village to raise a child”