I initially had a very hard time creating my web. I know that I was influenced by many people in my life, but it took a little time to distinguish who I really wanted to include in my tribute. I feel as though I have become the person I currently am through a more soft-spoken influence. My family was never one for a lot of outward affection (which I have changed dramatically with my own family!). There was never any doubt that I was loved. I was provided with anything I ever needed and always had the support of my parents. I think that what I was missing was the giant celebrations that scream "I LOVE MY FAMILY!!!!" While raising my two young girls, I think back to my childhood often and wish much of the same...but MORE!
My first influence was/is my mother. She continues, to this very day, to be my rock. We have had our differences over the years, but I cannot think of a more important inspiration to me. She taught me to be a responsible, nurturing wife and mother. She will run to my assistance in the blink of an eye and always has some words of wisdom and guidance. She is the first person to admit her mistakes and discuss how she learned from them--a key element to the parenting of my own children. She has always been supportive of my dreams and I use her frequently as a sounding board. I remember her encouraging my "free play" moments--even when my father was panicking over the mess! I recall her telling me that I was born to be a teacher. I then promptly followed a different path, just to prove her wrong. Perhaps I should have listened more and rebelled less. <3
My father taught me many things that it took me until adulthood to appreciate. He was very hard-headed, but strongly committed to pursuing my excellence in education--and life. I was expected to keep my room clean, get good grades, excel in sports, and use manners flawlessly, as it reflected directly back to him. While I felt a little overwhelmed as a child, I now know that he only wanted me to be a successful adult. I remember him spending weekends studying for his Master's degree, just as I do now. I remember him working tirelessly around the house and yard, while I was begging to go to the playground. I remember him constantly correcting my behavior and manners. We constantly butted heads, and even went spells without speaking, but I now see so much of him in me. He has been gone for 8 years now, and never had the pleasure of meeting my children, but I instill a little bit if him in them every day. I hope that someday my children will grow to understand the sacrifices my husband and I have made, just as my parents did for me.
I would like to add my maternal grandparents to my childhood support system. They had a difficult life, but managed to raise four children, who all went on to raise families of their own. While my time spent with them always seemed too short, I learned a great deal about my heritage from them. My grandfather always had ethnic music playing on the radio, and was the one to teach me all of the "important" vocabulary while we cooked together. My grandmother always seemed to be fussing over something, but ensured that her secret stash of candy was always stocked for the grandchildren. I loved to pick cherry tomatoes from their garden and dig through the treasures in the garage. They exposed me to the small bit of religion I currently understand in my life. They never complained about having to work incredibly hard, and always included me in the preparation of family events. I think of them often when I feel like I have a load too much to bear.
My paternal grandmother was also a strong influence in my life. She was the free spirit. She was a scatter-brained, spontaneous, artist. My parents did not agree with her lifestyle or many choices she made in her life. I did not get to see her often, but she always had a giant drawer full of art supplies just for me. She dabbled in many forms of artistic expression, and while I did not receive much of her talent or ability, my older daughter did. Every time my little girl comes to me with her artwork, or wants to write I think of my grandmother. We spent several afternoons picking blackberries and eating clover while discussing fairy tales and travelling around the world. As my grandmother's health was failing I remember her begging me to bring her sweet treats that she was not supposed to have. I did. Every time. It was our little secret. She taught me that there was value to silliness, non-conformity, and the beautiful innocence of children.
Finally, I would like to mention my Kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Penza. I was an independent reader by age 3. I had a collegiate vocabulary by age 5. She recognized what others refused to. I remember her fondly as the teacher who let me be me. She worked with my parents to find ways to challenge me and take on the school system who saw me simply as an anomaly who would fall in line with the other children in due time. She took me on as her teacher's helper. I read film strips for the class, organized the artwork, and shared some of my favorite books with my fellow kindergarten playmates. When the school board finally agreed to allow me to complete kindergarten and first grade at the same time, she helped me transition socially with the older kids. Every time I am confronted with a "special case", I think of her and her commitment to young children. I hope to emulate her as I pursue my passion.