A Journey In The Development of Children

This is a blog about the Early Childhood Development. It's a requirement for my Master's Program at Walden.

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Alma Nolan: Alma was the angel that was sent to me at one of the lowest parts of my life. She was my last foster mother, she was the mother that I had always wanted, she was my 1st best friend, she was my savior. Her home was the first that I felt was truelly my home also. She gave me the strength to fight. She believed in me when no one else did. She gave me love and respect and encouragement. She actually talked to me and listen to what I had to say without judging me. This continues to influence me by the way that I listen to children and don't try to solve their problems by telling them what to do. I help them solve their problems by thinking of different solutions.
Ms. Pryor: My 6th grade teacher she was the first bi-racial teacher that I had ever had. She showed me that I was special by helping me to learn that just because I'm a bi-racial person doesn't mean that I should be treated different from my peers. She encouraged me to apply my self completely in school and not be a follower but a leader. This continues to guide me in helping children accept that even though they are all different they are all thesame.
Loretta Martin: One of my younger siblings grandmother. She was a tuff lady to like, but know I'm thankful for the way that she showed me that she cared about me. She always told me the truth regardless if it was painful or not. I learned that it's better to know and tell the truth than to tell a lie.
2nd grade teacher: I don't remember her name but I remember her kindness and the fact that at the time she was the only adult that seemed to really care about me and what was happening to me. She also gave me the love of reading. I remember her telling me that if I really needed to escape my world I could pretend that I was a person in the book and let their life be my life for a little while.
Charlene: my mother, she gave me the drive to be more and do better than she was. She nurtured me by giving me love and giving me responsibility at a very young age.

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