Tiny Zygote In High School

Around the middle of May, in 1997, a tiny zygote was conceived. Born to Randi and Milton, this zygote began its development. It grew tremendously for 9 months in its mother’s womb, till out popped a beauitful baby girl. This little girl has made significant strides in her life as well as her ups and her downs, but eventually, she’d dream of one day becoming a teacher and helping other children to develop. This is the story of me.
I was conceived after about a month of my parents trying to get pregnant. With a toddler already in the picture, I was set to become their second child. Without any barriers for conception, the tiny zygote that would later turn into me, was formed and attached to my mother’s uterine lining (Rathus, 2011, p. 42). Throughout
At this point, my family and care system consisted mainly of my mother, father, older sister, dog Biff, my maternal grandmother, and family friends. My older sister Libby was thrilled with her new baby sister, thinking I was quite adorable... until I pooped or started crying. On the other hand, my sister was extremely jealous of any attention I got, expressing she felt unloved, and tantruming whenever my parents would give me attention. Then there was my dad, who loved to make silly faces at me and engage in playtime, but also helped my mom with a portion of the basic caretaking too. However, the caretaker I bonded most with was my mom. She fed me, changed me, held me, put me to bed, bathed me, and did everything else a neonate requires. Furthermore, she and the rest of my immediate family helped to advance my language skills and create secure attachments with me through speaking to me, responding to my needs, cuddling with me, and reading to me for example (Rathus, 2011, p. 117). In technical terms, my mother demonstrated an authoritative style of parenting in which she showed me lots of love and care, but also set limits and restrictions to keep me safe and well-behaved. My father on the other hand, was permissive-indulgent which essentially means he was very loving and involved in my life, but he didn’t set very many restrictions for me or enforce discipline. Overall, I was very lucky to have
At around 3 years old, I began to gain a lot of weight and grow much taller; I grew so much so that I was close to 100% on height and weight charts for almost all of my early childhood and much of my middle childhood. In regards to my height I was 43 inches by the time I was 4 ½ which is in the top 10th percentile for female children of that age. I was also pretty advanced in my gross motor development. For example, at 2 years old I was able to jump 2 feet and climb up the steps to the slide at the park, at 3 years old I could ride a tricycle skillfully, and by 4 ½ years old I was able to ride a two wheeler independently. One of the contributing factors to my advanced gross motor development is my high activity level as a child. According to my mother, I was constantly running around, jumping up and down, dancing to any music I heard, and climbing on anything I could: furniture, toys, and people. I also engaged in a lot of rough and tumble play, which “consists of running, chasing, fleeing, wrestling, hitting with an open hand, laughing, and making faces” (Rathus, 2011, p. 137). However, my fine motor skills weren’t up to par with that of my gross motor skills, and even behind the norm in certain respects. While I excelled in fine motor skills like stacking and building with blocks, magnetix, and lincoln logs, and doing puzzles frequently, I rarely drew, painted, or wrote due to my