When I was around ten years old, my mom decided to remarry. I was excited at first before I fully realized what that would mean.
It meant I was no longer the center of attention for my mom. It meant I had to share my house and I had to learn to accept an entirely new person into my home. At first, it was terrible. All I could see were the problems. Every morning I woke up to the horrid smell of coffee, I had to share a bathroom, my food was getting eaten.
One day when I had went into the kitchen and all of my chips were gone I had the realization that he was here to stay and there was nothing I could do about it. It was so hard for me to be friendly and accept him into my life. I learned that I just had to live with it. Nothing was going to change so the best I could do was be cordial and only look at the bright side.
I am still living with this challenge, but it has gotten much better. From this I have learned to just look on the positive side of things and take everything with a grain of salt. Nothing good will come of being negative all of the time.
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