Family And My Family

I believe every natural of people have family that comes with a downfall, and always turn out to be functional by sticking to their values, culture, and beliefs. As for my family, I believe that culture and the nationality plays a big role in the household. I was raised by strict Haitian parents, that was always tough on me about education, responsibility, and independence. I believe my parents was only strict on me the most because I was the last out of four children's, which is I was the youngest. Alfred Adler did a family constellation and birthorder were Adlerians believes that the sibling closest in age and most different is the sibling that most affect how one defines the self (cite pg94). I related this to my life because I have sisters

In Sandra Cisneros’ story “Only Daughter,” Sandra Cisneros wanted many things in her life and that was to gain her father’s acceptance of her. She wanted him to understand that it was difficult not only growing up the only daughter but also coming from a Mexican family that was expecting her to find a husband. So she does it by writing stories for her father hoping one day he’ll read them and be proud of her. But knowing that her father does not understand English words, she still tries. One day one of her stories is published in Spanish.

My childhood may not have been the greatest compared to my peers who grew up with both parents who loved them. I was raised in a broken home, and I mean shattered. I grew up in a house of lies on one week and a “strict” household the other. Let me explain the lies a little bit here. My mother and stepfather lied a lot about themselves and my father. The other week wasn’t really strict it was structured with rules and schedules that needed to be followed, this was at my father’s and

When I was a child, I faced many obstacles that I believe children should never have to go through. My mother walked out on my sisters and I at a young age, which left me with no motherly role model in my life. This had a negative impact on me and on my self-esteem. I always came to believe that if my mother never cared for me then why should I care for myself. I was never fully able to have satisfaction within myself because of my past experiences. While growing up, my dad eventually remarried to my stepmom. My stepmom was a real piece of art ever since they got together. She always had it out for me because in her eyes, I resembled my mother, which she could not stand. With the conflicts I was faced with, my self-esteem was low and

The first time I told my mother I hated her was during my freshman year of high school. That was the year of painful adventures, questioning of sexuality, and a developed bond with drugs. It was the year I met my demons, and they became my confidant. My mother was God’s advocate, and we attended church every Sunday morning, always sitting on the second pew. She said we had to sit close to God so we could soak up all his glory. She would hold me in her arms and stain my cheeks with her lipstick. In her eyes, I was the quintessential golden child. However, when she discovered I was dating another female, everything changed.

What is family? Businessman and former Ford president, Lee Iacocca once said, “The only rock I know that stays steady, the only institution I know that works, is the family.” If you stripped away all the glitz and glamour of your life, what would be left? There is only one answer for me, family. Whenever life’s most challenging moments arise and you are brought to your knees, your family will be the rock on which you can stand. Family is everything to me and I would not be the man that I am today without the love and support that my family has unconditionally given to me.

Throughout my life there has been many things that hold me up and keep me strong. My church, this school, and all the friends I have here are just to name a few. But the one I want to show you today is one of the most important foundations of my life, and that is my family and how they have helped me enjoy the great times and persevere through the hard trials, and what a true blessing families are in all of our lives.

Ever since I was born into this world I knew that God placed me with the perfect family. My parents and my older brother mean the world to me. We were all so close and comfortable with one another and that’s how a true and understanding family is supposed to be. It was the summer of my sophomore year and I was so excited to be able to spend it with the people I loved most. As the summer went on I began to realize that my parents were hardly speaking to one another. My brother and I just assumed that they had gotten into a fight and they were just taking time apart. A few weeks on and they still weren't communicating with one another. At this point I realized that something was wrong. The family that I once loved and looked forward to seeing was growing apart. They never kissed, or hugged or even simply talked to one another. It was near the end of summer when my mom told me news that would change my life forever. She sat me down and told me that she was filing for an immediate divorce. I was so devastated and furious at both of them. I couldn't understand why they let their relationship get to this point. As weeks went on I noticed that my mom was always on the phone, and whenever I would ask who it was she would simply ignore me.I soon began to realize that the reason why my mom was becoming so distant is because she was having an affair. I felt like my world was turned upside but this was only the beginning of the struggle I've been facing with my parents.

“Know therefore that the LORD your God is God, the faithful God who keeps covenant and steadfast love with those who love him and keep his commandments, to a thousand generations” (Deuteronomy 7:9). Through all generations of my family leading up to today, my family, on my mother and father’s sides, all practice the same faith. All of my family is Catholic, most of my friends growing up were catholic, and everywhere I looked, my faith was an important part of my life. I went to private school for nine years; the same one many of my cousins and my siblings attended. All of the people around me when I was a child prayed and worshiped like I was taught to do. They were the ones that influenced me to go deeper into my faith. Through the daily religion classes and weekly masses, to the teachers and priest that influenced my morals and values, I look back on those days as times I cherish. I had learned to open my heart and let others in to take a part in my life. I set boundaries for myself to be a respectful person and keep my faith. And most importantly, I am a life worth living as we are all made from the same image of God. Private school is the reason I am the person I have grown to be today and I will become tomorrow.

I grew up in a household slightly different from the average household. This abnormal household showed me that no matter the family unit someone can have a positive influence in their life that will push them to achieve their goals. We lived in Maryland so the cost of living was high my parents had to work multiple jobs. This means my brother and I really had little to none parental or supervision growing up. I am only four years younger than my brother so I would hang with his crowd of friends rather than mine. In my household, my mother’s niece, Monet lived with us she is about ten years older than my brother. When my brother and I would wake up and I would be the only person in the house. I can remember waking up and smelling the freshly cooked waffles and bacon downstairs. Monet was my mother’s brother, daughter. Monet became so close to my brother Avery and I she was almost as if she was our sister. I can remember growing up and she would always say, “You don't have to take the route I took, its many more exits on the highway.” Even though I was young I was not blind to the fact of Monet role in the community and her neighborhood job I never judged her, she did what she had to do to make ends meet. It was an experience every day, or anytime being with Monet. She was so popular around Maryland it was almost like everywhere we went we received respect love. Now that I look back at the past, I see that Monet has taught me a lot that I know and live by today. I could

I was seven years old when I was told that the parents who raised me were not my biological parents. I clearly remember the day that my aunt reveled the story how become her child. The story begun with her intellectual and revolutionary younger brother decided to become the president of Ethiopian Airlines Labor Union, who stood against the military dictatorship Ethiopian government. My dad was one of the leaders who coordinated a peaceful declaration for strike asking the government to give the power to the people. My dad, became the one of the most wanted for a campaign of mass killings called Red Terror, after seven people were shot and about 300 employees were arrested at her work place. The Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia (2015P) reports, “Estimates for the total number of people killed in the Red Terror range from 50,000to 140,000 to over one and a half million”, which included several universities students, educated and professional young men and women.

Families, they might be annoying and overbearing at times, but regardless we love our families just as they love you. It doesn’t matter what color, nationality, differing personality’s or even beliefs. Most can agree that no matter how out of this world your family might be you have something in common with others families maybe even more than you might think. Alice walker’s everyday use is a story about a family whose problem may not that different than most families. Mama and her daughters have an appreciation for their heritage, but they struggle to see each other point of view in “Everyday use” the fictitious family and my family have some similarities and differences concerning Differing perspective, Hard working parents and issue

“When are you going to start dressing like a girl, J?” I laughed “When the Pelicans trade Anthony Davis.” “Come on Jada you will never get a boyfriend dressing like that.” I rolled my eyes, Emma could be so annoying at times, when will she realize basketball is my passion, my life. Emma was almost always wearing a dress Emma was short and she had long, flowing blond hair and brown eyes, she also had skin as white as the moon. I on the other hand had long black dreads, and blue eyes. My Mom was white and my Dad is black making me bi-racial. I was also extremely tall. My Dad was the one who introduced me to basketball, he works as a trainer at the New Orleans Pelicans practice facility. Though I’m not sure if my father works still, I rarely

Most people think that their lives would be perfect if only certain conditions were met, or circumstances would turn in their favor. I know many of my friends would choose to be rich and famous. Others may choose simple things, like a new house or a car, even a better job. For me, my life would be perfect with these three things. To have more time with my family, have more love and less hate in the world.

The most important thing for me in my life is my family. Although we are separated during the week, we would hardly see each other. Deep down they are the reason why I look forward to Fridays and Sundays. These days are not just any ordinary day of the week for me and my family. My two beloved aunts Maria and Luz come to visit me and my mother, most of the time we go out of town, which makes the rest of the day go by very fast. Then what we usually do during the week.