Family Experience In My Life

When I was around the age of seven years old, I had experienced one of the biggest life changing events in my entire family. What started as a small stomach ache in school had grown into a rock hard abdomen and immense pain in the course of two weeks. My parents finally noticed something was wrong when I refused to go to the bathroom or even eat and my face was turning very pale. A short visit to the emergency showed that I had developed a lymphangioma tumor in my abdomen. This occurred, according to the doctors, mainly in my small intestine but quickly grew out of control. At this point my parents and I were mortified as I was still a young child at the time. I was told by the emergency specialists that the only hospital with the equipment to treat me was located in Coral Terrace and it went by the name of Miami Children’s Hospital. This posed quite a perplexing problem because I lived in Port Saint Lucie at the time of this incident. One option that was brought up to my parents was an air lift from the rescue chopper but it was quickly dismissed as it was in need of repairs. I had passed out around this point still in the emergency room and the next thing I knew I had awoken inside of an ambulance with my mother sobbing and a paramedic tending to some machinery. The only thing that I could focus on was the unbearable pain that was in my abdomen and I was informed that I already had too much morphine in my system and I couldn’t have more or else it would have disastrous

Some believe that you become like the 5 people you spend the most time with. I never really believed it until I started looking at who I really was, and who those who surround me are. I realized just how alike I was to my family members, and not because of how much we look alike, but because of how similar our beliefs and attitudes are. Each and every one of them has been like a teacher to me, and I can attribute my best, and worst qualities to them. My family members have been the mold that has shaped me into who I am today.

When I was eight years old my parents separated, and they got officially divorced when I was twelve. After my parents separated, my mother took on being a single-parent. My father gave up all his rights to my sister and I. Prior to my parents separating, my family was considered upper-middle class. My dad worked as a computer engineer, and my mom was a stay at home mother. After my parents split, my sister and I went from having everything to nothing in a day. My mom had to move back in with her parents until she could find a full-time job and a place for us to live. Because I have seen my mother struggle as a single-mother, I matured a lot faster than most children my age. Even though we struggled with money growing up, my mother always made it a point to go on vacation yearly with my sister and I; I have been to over 30 states because my mom loves to road trip. Additionally, it has always been a family tradition of ours to go to the state fair every year. Because of my family experience growing up, I am very independent. I also learned to appreciate the little things in life. My mom always taught my sister and I that time spent with family is far more valuable than materialistic things. My mother and I are very close to this day, and I will forever be grateful for everything she has done for my sister and me.

From the time I was a young child through today, I have been part of a different family. A family that has similar qualities of love, understanding, growth and development, but also a family that instills leadership, resiliency, determination and giving back. This family is not just my primary family, it is my 4-H grown family. From my journey in 4-H and the teachings of this family, I have learned invaluable life lessons that have led to some of my most life- changing moments.

I belong to a family of seven, me being the second oldest. It can be extremely challenging to be an older and younger sibling, especially with so many things to do. My siblings and I have been through alot together. Even though we fight, they are my closest friends. One incident that brought us really close took place about four years ago in June.

When being asked “Who am I?” there are a few things that come to my mind. For instance, how old I am, my race, my religion, what I do for a living, and so on, but do those things really define who I am? Self – concept is a continuous process. The way you think of yourself, and how you view yourself, can change from day to day depending on a few factors. These factors include family members, our peers, and the generalized other.

My entire family has had to come to the decision of whether or not to cut off a relationship, and I’ve watched my siblings do so in the past with people you would presume were their best friends. Over time I bound to face the same problem myself. Watching my siblings go through these hard to do decisions, and I know it sounds horrible but they gave me confidence. It gave me confidence that I too can make the decision if I have to and make the decision in the best way possible.

This experience has been emotionally demanding for me and a bit awkward. First off, immediate family speaking, we have an implicit norm of not offending people by criticism their actions but also, it’s weird to compliment people on their behaviour. We stick to “thank you”, “I appreciate what you did” and when there is a behaviour we find annoying we don’t say a word. As for my big family, in which I include my immediate family (mom and brother), my boyfriend and my local church, we are “allowed” to give compliment and to share emotions with one another. With this context being placed, it was easier to compliment my church sister C and my boyfriend because we had this pre-establish norm of “it’s acceptable to compliment and receive compliment and criticisms” but a bit harder to throw the first one at my mom.

Hello and thanks for allowing me the opportunity to provide a bit of insight on my experiences of growing up as the oldest of five children.

My parents have been divorced since I was a kid and they have their own separate lives and families. It was only me and my older brother until one day when I was 15 we learned that we were going to have a little sister. My Father and his girlfriend ended up having a girl, Alicia, named after my late Grandmother. They lived together for a short while until they ended up having many issues from financial to legal issues, like getting kicked out of their house, and broke up. They were uncertain about who would take Alicia and tried passing off a baby to their friends for short times then to other friends and then family. They did not want to give Alicia to her Grandmother because her and her Mother always fought about everything. But they finally allowed Alicia's grandparents to take her. She was only supposed to stay there for a short time but one thing led to another and now her parents have supervised visits. They have separate times and can only see Alicia on Sundays. Her grandparents, Deborah and John, have taken care of her for 4 years now by giving her everything she needs.

It was a hot and humid afternoon as my family and I stepped out of the airplane and walked towards the immigration line. A reunion was planned a year in advance for my mother and father’s golden anniversary. Their wish was for the whole family to come together from different parts of the globe to celebrate for a few weeks. As we stood and waited at the long line to enter our homeland, I imagined how much it had changed since I last stepped foot back home. We came home in 1992. I already imagined the food I planned to eat, the places I planned to see, and the people I hadn’t seen for some time. It felt nostalgic. I felt a rush of excitement.

Growing up in Brooklyn, New York I had many friends from different cultural backgrounds, and the neighborhood I lived in was a melting pot of families from all over the globe. Among them Kimmie Chang, Gabby Martinez, Bella D'Amato, and Logan O'Neill. The air always smelt of delicious ethnic cuisines, and all of the languages were interesting to listen to. The best part was that each family had children close to my age so I was always experiencing a different lifestyle. Feeling so popular among the community, I was invited to dinner at all of my friend's houses at a certain time of the year. Fascinated by different dialect I found myself analyzing conversation at the dinner table, observing the way each family's lifestyle was so different than mine in every way. During my younger years, my brain was able to process a lot from my friends and their families that I could write a book.

For me, having a big family is a lifetime full of love, happiness, and struggles. One out of the three most magnificent moments of my life, my kids and I were playing at the park and that's when I experienced love at first sight with a man named Paul. He had three daughters with him that were instant friends with my two sons. This was the day where my family grew from three to seven. I remember the very certain day in January since it is going to be our first anniversary this upcoming year of 2018. After a break up with my kid's father, I thought I'd never find a man that would love my two kids and I. Every day, I asked my grandmother, who I called Nana, up in heaven if she could send a good man my way to love and cherish my kid's and I, and then one day my she answered my prayer. When my spouse and his daughters came into my life, they filled the hole that was missing from my heart when my Nana passed away and my life felt like I was back to normal. His daughters are the little girls I always had wanted because I tied my tubes after my second son was born so I am not able to have any more children. My family of seven started in 2012 with my firstborn son, Shane.

I woke up in a sweat breathing heavily as I had awoken from the worst dream my brain could possibly think of. When I sat up I thought it was oddly quiet in my house that rare with my family are family is loud and big I have two sisters and three brothers. When I got out of bed I realized that my twin brother younger by five minutes max was not in the room he is the twin who sleeps in after all. After I got dressed in my usual clothes black basketball shorts and my blue T-shirt that’s from my favorite vacation we have been on also my only vacation I’ve been in out of state and of course my black hoodie. When I went down stairs my siblings were waiting for me; Sophia, Mike, max, Annie, Caleb. When I looked at them they seemed scared, and I made a snarky remark that I regret saying now but I can’t go back and change what I said. After I said what I said my younger sister Annie started crying I was confused usually she runs to are parents telling them then I get sent to my room but this time was different she just sat there crying. My sister comforting her said their gone I was confused because are dogs were spots and rover were lying right there on the ground I looked at them weird then Mike said mom and dad they're gone we called them and no answer no note no nothing, then I said they probably went on a run or to grocery store or something like that. Then mike said no they left their phones why would they do that he said. Maybe dad got sick again you know he hasn’t been

Two months ago when my grandmother passed away, it was tough for my family. It felt odd, like we just lost something. It was hard to explain the feeling. My mom had it pretty rough and was going down hill. Then one day my dad decided to to get a dog. I was sceptical initially, but I agreed to it.