Melissa P.......
College Writing I (24-101)
Dr. D...... D......
11-19-01
 

 
Shaping a Person
 
             Almost everyone has a role model in life.  Whether it is a cartoon superhero, a movie star, or a real life person, just about everyone has someone that they look up to and aspire to be like.  I have had different role models throughout my life, but I feel that my Italian grandmother, Katherine Aloi, has had the most influence in shaping me into the person I am today.
            My nana (the Italian word for “grandmother”) has six children and fifteen grandchildren.  I remember a time when we all would meet at her house every Sunday for spaghetti dinner.  At the time, I did not look forward to Sundays because I did not like spaghetti.  I can remember arguing with my mother that she should let me pack a dinner to take with me.  I also remember sitting in a Winnie the Pooh high chair – pouting because my parents would not let me out of the chair until I had finished my dinner – and having my Aunts eat my food for me so that I would be allowed to play with the rest of the cousins.  These are some of my most cherished memories.  Spaghetti Sundays taught me the importance of family and that you should cherish every moment spent with the people you love.
            Now that my cousins and I are older, we only meet at Nana’s house on the major holidays such as New Years Eve, New Years Day, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and Thanksgiving.  Christmas is a time where we have to be especially careful of what we say and do around Nana, because anything we say that we like, or even look at approvingly, she will give us.  Actually, she does this all year round, but during the holidays she has a better excuse to do it and get away with it.  I have a bright pink tube of lipstick she gave me when I was little because I tried it on in the bathroom while hiding from the spaghetti dinner and told her I liked it.  My mother would not let me wear it out in public in a million years, but Nana knew I liked it so she gave it to me.  I also have a silver jacket of hers.  I made the mistake of telling her I liked it, when the truth is that I liked the way it looked on her.  I will probably never wear it, but she insisted that I keep it because I liked it.
            Every time we go shopping together she buys me clothes, which is kind of nice, but I feel bad that she spends so much money on my sisters, cousins, and me.  I know it makes her happy, though.  Nana taught me that giving is more rewarding than receiving.  I would honestly rather give a gift than receive one.  Even in bad situations, my grandmother’s generosity manages to help out.  For example, when one of my cousins got caught shoplifting, Nana said, “Didn’t you have enough money?  You know you can come to me if you need anything.  Here, take this,” and handed him a twenty-dollar bill.
            When my cousin told me the story of what happened the next day in school, he said that his biggest regret is that Nana found out and that her offering him that money was enough to make him never feel the urge to steal again.  Not only did this teach me the power of generosity, but it also taught me that patience, understanding, and kindheartedness can erase the bad in people.  Much like my grandmother, I have the strong desire to help others.  I often find myself doing things for other people when I have a whole list of my own things that need to get done, but it feels good to help other people.  Another thing that my grandmother and I have in common is that we both love to watch movies.
            Whenever Nana comes over, we always find a movie to watch before eating dinner.  We usually watch a movie that has something to do with Italians, because my grandmother is very proud of her heritage.  One time we decided to watch Mickey Blue Eyes, starring Hugh Grant, because it is about a man wishing to marry into an Italian family. At the end of the movie, as the credits were rolling, they played Italian music, and as usual, Nana got up and started dancing around the room.  She loves to sing and dance with us.  This reminds me that at some points in life, you have to simply relax and have fun.  Life is a delicate balance of work and play.  Nana taught me that having fun is just as important and healthy as the “stiff,” more serious parts of life where you have to look your best and be professional.
            Nana never leaves the house without looking her best.  Every shiny curl of her hair is always in place, her clothes are always clean and ironed, and her nails are always polished.  She feels that a woman should always look her best.  My mother is completely the opposite, so this leads to quite a few arguments.  Most of them deal with the fact that my mother refuses to dye her hair.  She says that God gave her hair the color gray, so he must like it.  My grandma says, “You’re such a beautiful woman!  Imagine how much younger you would look if you would only dye that head of yours.”  Both my mom and my grandmother have influenced me in this situation.  For the most part, I do not care what I look like.  However, Nana has taught me that at times, it is important to look presentable.
            My pap died when I was about five years old, and ever since then, my grandma has been the glue that holds our family together.  She is a very strong woman, and I admire her for being able to move on with her life after his death.  I can only hope that if I am in the same situation years down the road, I will be able to handle it as well as she has.  I wish I had her strength, but I can barely contain myself when a household pet dies.  I know she still loves my Pap, but she knows that he would want her to enjoy the rest of her life even though he can not be with her.  It takes a lot of courage to live alone after having someone there with you for so many years, and I admire her for the way she handles everything.
             Most people, when they reach a certain age, do nothing but lay around all day and watch television.  Sometimes they have people taking care of them – cleaning, cooking, helping them up the stairs when it is time for bed.  They complain about the weather, the news, kids, and anything else they can think of to be bitter about.  My nana is not like that at all, and perhaps that is my favorite thing about her.  When I am her age, I hope that I can be as cool as she is.
 
 
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