Accepting Change By:Olivia

Accepting Change By:Olivia

Accepting change when I was younger was something that I never did, and probably why was because I never had too much. But sometimes you have to learn the hard way and just let it hit you in the face when it wants to.

My first time, having to learn this was when I got my own room for the first time. I woke up and it was a beautiful Sunday morning .I was watching tv in my mom and dad's room. As I was watching I was hearing loud noises and crunching and I was thinking what was going on over there . After an entire hour of hearing crunching and banging and loud noises to make my head hurt.I went over and It was a complete and utter disaster and I saw a mess.

I asked “What is happening ?” .

“We’re cleaning out your soon to be new room” said my dad. I was sad and thinking to myself why would they do this?. “ We’re doing this so that you learn how to be a big kid and sleep in your own room” said my dad. I was standing there staring into space for a few seconds then I started crying and throwing a fit and, I was doing that for a few minutes and I thought no ,no ,no, no, and no,. Then I started thinking maybe this is good, and this is just a part of life. I stood up washed my face and then I understood. After that I was happy to be able to sleep in my room and I had fun decorating it too.

Another moment was with my first ever dog, her name was Izze she was just so cute and I loved her and we rescued her from a puppy mill. I would sneak her on the couch in the living room and watch tv with her until my parents came home. Then I took her off and lintrolled the couch and they would never know. She would stay in my sisters room since she was small enough ,and slept there so that she wouldn’t roam around at night and pee and poop all over the house.

She didn’t really like me though or the rest of the family except for my sister. If my sister wasn’t looking and we tried to pet her she would growl and bite us. One saturday morning while I was eating breakfast my dad needed to go to the restroom. So he went and Izze was outside when I was looking outside for Izze I saw nothing and I screamed .“DAD IZZE IS GONE!”.My dad washed his hands and we went looking for her but never found her.

I was sad and depressed those few weeks.We put up missing posters and went to almost every animal shelter but we couldn’t find her. I was crying one day when I was thinking of Izze. Then all of a sudden my light bulb switched on. I just needed to accept it and deal with the fact that Izze might never come back.

All in all, through these moments I have learned that sometimes life comes with lessons that teach you life traits and accepting change was one of the hardest ones I had to learn.