Exploring My Mother

I was the first born to my mother who birthed four children; I was the first to bring her experience to raising a child; I was the first to give her problems; I was the first to bring her happiness. I have always heard my family speaking of how I was a hard child and very stubborn. I never really thought much into what they were saying other than to bring forth a few chuckles and thoughts to myself that, “I could see how that’s possible”. Come to think of it, one of my first words was “No”, it was what I wanted, and nobody could tell me differently. Even with all the stubbornness and independence I showed I was a very happy baby. I hardly ever cried, was always smiling and loved to be held. I know that I was a happy baby because of Erikson’s Psychosocial Theory of Trust vs. Mistrust, my mother even at a young age always showed me all the love and trust any infant could ever need. Every single one of my needs as an infant were always met, and I was constantly being loved and held by other family members. My cousin and I are only 3 days apart in age, and there are many stories of how my Mother and Aunt were inseparable with their two brand new babies. I went everywhere with them, I was shown off to the world as something special and my Mother did everything as a parent that I stride for every day. Because of the bond that I created with my mother as an infant I was a happy baby whom loved to be held and hardly ever cried. I was born with an easy temperament and the