A Change in Time
Culture gaps are inevitable within families, between parents and children, grandparents and children, even aunts and uncles. Every generation grows up with different values, different beliefs and a different outlook on what life should be like - that's 'normal', as society and expectations on life change as time rolls by. The key to dealing with these cultural gaps is to understand and except one simple fact; Things change. In my small, but rather complicated family, the problem arises with my rather stubborn, and set-in-her-ways grandmother. Esmay, or grandma, as she is better known, grew up in England, already she was bound to be 'a proper lady'. She comes from a wealthy family, whose value in women was about that of the servants they owned. Esmay was taught to worship her man, and that a woman's place was in the house, doing kitchen duties and laundry, and having everything perfect for when the man of the house returns home from a horrendously troubling day at the office.
So that is exactly what I did, and although I will admit, I did get into a little trouble following these rules, but my mum always supported me, and told me if I really believed in what I was doing, then she was fine with it too. Work hard for everything-nothing is ever handed to you. Esmay never liked my mother, she called her a 'wicked' child, and told her that no man would ever want her. She was outspoken, and wanted to do things for herself, rather than have a man to have to rely on, which was normal for those growing up in the 60's. Now that I am older and a little wiser, I have become to realize one thing; Grandma doesn't hate my mother and I. We are independent, and strong and don't need anyone to rely on - something she wishes she could be. It's kind of hard to describe yourself, but if I have to put me into one simple sentence, I would have to say this; I am my mother. My sisters followed in my fathers footsteps, quiet, delicate little flowers. One day, maybe she will realize that too. In 14 years of me playing basketball, and reaching the level of representing my country, Esmay has never once came to a game of mine - that hurt me.
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