Cultured by Grandma
I was fortunate to live in my earliest stage of life with my two grandmas (paternal and maternal) in the same environment. It's not like we lived under the same roof; we lived on the same street, and I could just walk up to either of them anytime I felt like it. I won't lie; these grandmas pampered my siblings and me because any time we were about to be beaten, they always came to our rescue. But aside from that, they disciplined us very well too whenever we went against their set rules.
But in all this, they were some of our greatest teachers because staying around them always instilled one idea, knowledge, or wisdom into us. I must say, I'm decent today; not behaving like the average person my age is because of them. You know, they say you behave like a Roman when you live in Rome. That's exactly how I got my manners—not to be disrespectful or wayward. My grandmas, especially my paternal one, always used me as an example to others of how decent and cool-headed I am, and those words used to get into my head so much that I would like to keep being myself to keep being used as an example.
I wasn't into rascality, and fighting was because of my paternal grandma. She always pointed me out to children my age, telling them how calm I am and never into troublesome scenes. I remember a particular day when I was partially involved in an argument that was almost leading to a fight. She appeared on the scene and dragged me home, preaching all manners, especially the fact that she made me see fighting as a scary thing because anybody could die in the midst of it with just a blow. I don't know if it's true, but she narrated how one of her siblings died in the midst of a fight because the guy was too addicted to it, and they always begged him to stop and control himself, but to no avail. He kept fighting, and one day, luck ran out, and he fainted in the midst of fighting, and that was it.
So poor of me, I didn't ask my parents to know if it's true; I just believed her, and that's one of the things that made me stay away from troublesome scenes. Even when I was grown up, because I wasn't into fighting in my early life, the fighting habit stayed far away from me, and no matter what, I can't be seen in a fighting scene. In fact, I hardly go and separate people who are fighting because what if I receive a blow or get punctured by an object and collapse? I'm so scared of that. Maybe you can call me lazy if that's what is used to describe laziness.
There are so many benefits of being close to grandparents. When others say being close with grandparents can spoil children, it didn't happen like that to me. Being with them cultured me into a good boy.
Thanks.
I wrote this in response to day 26 of #julyinleo.
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