A memory I have from my childhood that remains vivid in my mind is when my sister and I had our new swing-set built. We had outgrown our old one and our parents got us one of the wooden ones with a fort. There was no way our dad was going to be able to put it together because he was not handy around the house! He said it would take him all summer to put it together so our neighbor, who was in construction said he would be able to put it together in a day. I remember him coming over in the morning and my sister and I were so excited. He began working on it and my mom tried distracting us with activities so we weren’t constantly running over to the window or watching our neighbor work. However, every once in a while my sister and I would run into the porch and look into the backyard. We would monitor the progress of our swing-set by saying “Look the ladders are put together” “Now the monkey bars are up” “The rope and the rope ladder is hung” “Both swings are up” and “Finally it’s done! the colorful tarp of blue, yellow and green is covering the top of the fort!” My sister and I ran outside to look at the finished product, check it out, see how everything worked and claim our swing! I remember when my neighbor finished it was almost dark but my parents knew how excited we were to play on our new swing-set so they took us out to play for a little while. We thought it was such a treat to be able to play with both of our parents instead of getting ready for bed.   A more recent scene is from Sunday. I was baby-sitting  a 2 year old little girl and she is very into playing tea party but she is not into sharing! She will invite people to come sit at the table with her but nobody is allowed to touch anything, we just have to watch her play tea party. If anybody tries to take of sip of tea or picks up a fork to take a bite of food she grabs it out of your hand and says “No Nora’s!” She is especially bad about sharing with her baby brother but on Sunday when I baby-sat the baby wasn’t there. It was just Nora and I and she was very excited about that. She took my hand and brought me to the table telling me to sit. When I sat I was thinking she just wanted me to watch her. Then to my surprise she handed me a plate with a piece of pizza on it and a fork to eat it with.  She continued sharing by pouring me a cup of tea and then giving me something else to eat. I kept telling Nora how proud I was of her and what a nice girl she was being by sharing. I’m hoping her sharing will continue and it wasn’t a one time thing! 

This is a difficult post for me because I am unsure about what to write. I suppose this is because I don’t fully understand the concept of self – contradiction, but I’m going to do my best. What I’ve chosen to write about is a sensitive issue in my life. About five and a half years ago my dad died and about three years after his death my mom met someone. He and my mom have been together since then and it was a difficult transition for everyone when they started dating.My sister was not very open to the idea of our mom having a boyfriend. This made me feel like I needed to support my mom in her decision. My mom had already suffered such a devastating loss and I didn’t want to be responsible for her losing another person she cared about.I told myself I was going to put my feelings aside because I cared too much about my mom’s feelings. I liked this new man she was going out with, he was very nice to my mom, sister and I so I didn’t really have a good reason to dislike him. At first however I was uncomfortable with the idea, it was so weird seeing my mom with someone other than my dad. I also didn’t want this new person to think he was going to replace my dad because no one could ever do that. I was always respectful and treated him kindly but in the back of my mind I still wasn’t too sure about him.My mom having a boyfriend made me feel both happy and sad at the same time. My mom’s boyfriend made me feel sad because it really hit home with me that my dad was gone. I was happy my mom was moving on and I was moving on with her. I wanted to forget the past three years and my mom’s boyfriend helped me do this.I realized it was okay to have mixed emotions like I was having. This man brought a lot of change and uncertainty to my life. This was a difficult and emotional aspect of my life and no one could be expected to handle it perfectly.   

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