Personal Childhood Web

                                             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 7^th 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 7^th 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”