Write an essay about someone who has made an impact on your life and explain how and why this person is important to you?
The Perks of Being a Teenage Aunt
Freshman year I received the news that I was going to be an aunt. I was bouncing off the walls with excitement. The excitement did not last too long as I soon realized that I had no clue how to be an aunt. My observations led me to believe that aunts existed to love and take care of the baby, to be more or less a second mother. But I was just a teenager. I did not know how to care for anyone; instead I needed others to care for me. And the love issue, that was complicated, how was I supposed to develop unconditional love for a baby?
The nine months flew by and in November of sophomore year I was the aunt of a six-pound, blonde, blue-eyed boy named Sergio, but I was still clueless. The first time I saw him he was three hours old. Let me tell you, he was not pretty. He was swollen, pink, and just plain weird looking. Too bad I was the only one that found him ugly; everyone else was saying he was beautiful. But then I was given the privilege to carry him. As I was cradling him in my arms my lips began to form a smile and at that moment he was beautiful. I loved him.
Two days later he was out of the hospital and that was when my official duties as an aunt began. My first task began with a certain malodorous stench coming from little Sergio. Never had I imagined that I would be changing diapers as a teenager. The situation was messy, there was poop everywhere and I had no clue how to clean a boy's privates. Luckily, my mother came and rescued me from disaster. The experience was not enjoyable but for some reason I forgot I had poop in my hands and all I wanted was for the baby to feel comfortable once again.
The months passed and every little new thing he did was mesmerizing. When he began to crawl, I crawled right next to him. When he began to walk, I held his hand. With him I became a teacher and a student. From me he learned how to speak, walk, and play. From him I learned how to be patient, responsible, and caring.
I still remember the first time he called me "tia" the Spanish word for aunt, the first hug he gave me, the first time he told me I love you. I had tears in my eyes. I never expected that by becoming an aunt I would become a woman. His entrance into my world made me care more for others, it made me aware that there is more to life than what I had in mind.
The Perks of Being a Teenage Aunt
Freshman year I received the news that I was going to be an aunt. I was bouncing off the walls with excitement. The excitement did not last too long as I soon realized that I had no clue how to be an aunt. My observations led me to believe that aunts existed to love and take care of the baby, to be more or less a second mother. But I was just a teenager. I did not know how to care for anyone; instead I needed others to care for me. And the love issue, that was complicated, how was I supposed to develop unconditional love for a baby?
The nine months flew by and in November of sophomore year I was the aunt of a six-pound, blonde, blue-eyed boy named Sergio, but I was still clueless. The first time I saw him he was three hours old. Let me tell you, he was not pretty. He was swollen, pink, and just plain weird looking. Too bad I was the only one that found him ugly; everyone else was saying he was beautiful. But then I was given the privilege to carry him. As I was cradling him in my arms my lips began to form a smile and at that moment he was beautiful. I loved him.
Two days later he was out of the hospital and that was when my official duties as an aunt began. My first task began with a certain malodorous stench coming from little Sergio. Never had I imagined that I would be changing diapers as a teenager. The situation was messy, there was poop everywhere and I had no clue how to clean a boy's privates. Luckily, my mother came and rescued me from disaster. The experience was not enjoyable but for some reason I forgot I had poop in my hands and all I wanted was for the baby to feel comfortable once again.
The months passed and every little new thing he did was mesmerizing. When he began to crawl, I crawled right next to him. When he began to walk, I held his hand. With him I became a teacher and a student. From me he learned how to speak, walk, and play. From him I learned how to be patient, responsible, and caring.
I still remember the first time he called me "tia" the Spanish word for aunt, the first hug he gave me, the first time he told me I love you. I had tears in my eyes. I never expected that by becoming an aunt I would become a woman. His entrance into my world made me care more for others, it made me aware that there is more to life than what I had in mind.
