Growing up as a Pastor’s child in a less than privileged area, I never truly understood how generous and selfless my parents are. Living on my dad’s salary, raising three kids and constantly taking in the homeless must have been such a heavy load on their shoulders. Yet, my parents still managed to send us all to a nice Christian school and I never once in my life felt underprivileged. My parents always had generous and happy hearts, constantly looking to help others. However, when I was a child, I couldn’t care less or even thank my parents for what they have sacrificed for me. I had always learned to say thank you to my parents, but saying it just to be polite and it really had no impact. Later in my life around high school age, I came upon my favorite book as a child, The Giving Tree, and it truly made me think of my parents and the sacrifices they make. Although this book had little impact on my life as a child, The Giving Tree instilled in me a different point of view as a young adult. …show more content…
In the beginning of the book, a child is outside playing with this tree and the tree is made happy by his presence. However, as the child gets older, he stops visiting the tree less and less and the tree is disappointed and feels lonely. The child sporadically comes back, yet only to ask favors of this tree. The tree without hesitation gives the boy what he asks for, but it depresses the tree that the boy leaves him. In the end of this book, the boy is now an old man and the tree, now a stump because of its generosity, has nothing left to offer but a place to sit. All in all, the tree is just happy the boy came