Characteristics Of My Family Essay

Every family is different and the same in their own way. Everyone functions with different roles and plays a part in how it functions on the day to day. While some people don’t put much thought into it, Dr. Murray Bowen has. ‘Dr. Murray Bowen suggests that individuals cannot be understood in isolation from one another, but rather as part of their family.’ (GenoPro) Eight concepts are

How would you define family? The dictionary defines it as “a group consisting of parents and children living together in a household”. To me family means so much more than that. It’s the people that you know will always have your back, take your side, and defend you in any situation you might encounter throughout life.

Every aspect of life plays an important role to my life, as I continue to understand about myself. Throughout the process of gathering informations about the three generations of my family, I have learned many new information regarding myself. Sometimes these information can become severe as the time passes, which can change my life in many different directions. With this being said, cancer and diabetes can play an important role in my life, according to my family genome. There are many aspects to genetics that can affect how a person is developed throughout their life. My development is due to my family’s values, beliefs, genetics, and traditions.

Decemeber 25th, 2016: A day filled with overly excited children and stressed out parents who are preparing for the events to come that day. After eagerly ripping through tons of wrapping paper that early morning, my family and I started our journey to the little town of Sobieski. The town may be extremely small and only have a population of less than two hundred people, but it is one of the most significant cities in my life. We soon arrived at my second home, my grandparent’s house, in the next half an hour.

No one can’t meet a family like mine’s. My family is well diversified. Every family member plays an important role in all my family’s lives. In my family, there are four people: my father, my mother, my little brother and me. My father is one who brings money home and is also responsible for organizing and planning family trips. My mother is the one who is in charge for making meals and makes sure everyone eats at the appropriate times. My little brother is the pet of the family. He actually doesn’t have any responsibilities, for he’s the pet. I am the rock of support in my family. I always go beyond my parents’ expectations. I also support my younger cousins and little brother, by being a role model that they can look up to. Another

My family is the most important thing to me in my life. We have gone through a lot of loss and trauma, and became stronger because of it.

The family is a truly special thing. What makes a family so unique is that unification of a group of people with so many different characteristics. In fact, each and every one of our relatives contributes to that extraordinary bond families share in their own individual way. Our blood may define family, but it’s those unique relationships with the controlling grandmother, that crazy aunt, or even that inappropriately laid back relative that genuinely gives the family a special essence.

I twist my fork into the pile of noodles right in front of me in the classiest way possible. I stuff the noodles in my mouth and I'm shocked. These are way better than I ever thought. I stuff even more noodles into my mouth. After five minutes of not so classy eating, I realize that I embarrassed myself in front of my relatives. I look down in embarrassment, but my aunt looks happy. Maybe I'm worrying too much about keeping up a good image in front of my own relatives. Why am I so nervous in front of them? That’s a dumb question because I already know why. Even though they're my biological family, I don't feel a connection to them.

The world was soft and warm. There were sweet voices and bright colors that surrounded me, begging for comfort. I lay with my small body swaddled in a blanket, resting on a soft green sofa. My head propped up on a plump pillow facing the fireplace. The sound of the sweet voice in my ears and the smooth blanket eased my aching. My brain pulsed behind my eyelids with every movement. My bones were stiff and sharp, but still gave me the urge to move them awake again. I arch my back and widened my arms, my fingers outstretched to the room. My hand falls on something wet and cold. I grasp it and am met with a hot slimey tongue over my fingers; a greeting. I turn to meet the wide brown eyes of my companion, the one who refused to leave my side from the beginning of my harsh fever. He whined and laid his jaw on my belly, still not taking his big eyes off me.

A little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes stares out the window of her parents red Mazda Tribute.  As the Mazda comes to a stop, the little girl lays her eyes upon a big green-house with a sign out front that says, “Welcome to the Lake”. That blue-eyed girl was me ten years ago, and that big green-house was my grandparent’s lake house right after they purchased it. This was the first time I ever laid eyes on a home that now holds a special place in my heart. I have grown to love the lake house for three reasons; the lake provides me with a place to connect with my family, it’s a retreat from the outside world, and I have many different hobbies that involve the lake.

Every household does sleepovers a little differently than all the rest, varying in scale and frequency among a wide variety of traits. Around three years ago from the current date, my family made plans for my younger cousins to have a week-long sleepover over at my house. Inside my mind, I was musing, “This better not get too loud.” Each of my cousins had a tendency to get pretty noisy with very little reprieve in-between, and it got amazingly ear-splitting. Tyler, the youngest, was the king of noise as it turned out. He was very bouncy and rambunctious, and verbally fought with my brother literally every single visit.

I’d be lying if I said I never wished for a different name. I have been made fun of plenty of times for my name, Catty. But also on the other hand people have told that they think it’s cool they have a friend named Catty! My parents were going to name me Josephina and personally I love that name. But, my grandma did not like it, so they stuck with Catherine (Catty)-- and that’s how my name came to be!

The summer with Nana went by really fast. I thought it couldn’t go any faster until I met Emma. Nana took me over to her house, which was a few houses down. We both share many of the same interests and love to play together. On the day we meet we both knew right away that we would be great friends.

“Family” is a bit of a weird word for me. It is portrayed as so fundamentally important, “Your family is always there for you.” Movies and televisions shows spin stories about love, about fighting but always making up in the end, about unwavering support and caring. When it’s time to give thanks, be it in a speech or a written blurb, people always thank their families. I did when I was a little kid and had to write little biographies for shows, but that hasn’t happened in a long time. I was one of the only (if not the only) people in my graduating class to not mention their family in their senior thanks. During my church “Coming of Age” program I was the only one who didn’t list family as one of the most important things in my life, and my mother noticed. She was upset. My father doesn’t understand why I don’t go to my aunt or grandparents when I need a favor. “They’re your family!” That’s a loaded phrase.

that family is not only defined by blood, but also by love ties, comprehension, respect and