Throughout a teenagers life, support is needed and discovered through friends and family. Most teens find success in finding their support group because they remain in the same school district for most of their lifetime. As for myself, I had to go through a year with missing pieces in my family and friends. The hollow experience created a depression that could only be filled with the missing pieces. I had to go through school and aid my mother who was running a business alone, without any support because of an opportunity that was presented to us in another state.
The feeling of only having my mother by my side help strengthen our relationship but eventually decayed the one with the rest of my family. We worked together by ourselves without
One of the most major occurrences in my life is growing up without a father. In 2004 my dad was in a motorcycle accident and it was just like that. I obviously have it different than a lot of people, but I was so young that I think it affected me different than say my brother who is around nine years older than me. All that aside I feel it overall brought us much closer just because it’s about all we could do.
My mother has helped me to understand myself, and to develop my characteristics because we have spent the majority of our lives together. One specific example would be in 2015, during an excursion to The Gower Peninsula in Wales, when, over a bonfire, we conversed about my father, and the subject of my conception came up. My mother told me that I was a mistake, because she was worried that she wouldn’t be an adequate mother, and tried abortion. This impacted me considerably, and it has made me live more in the moment because anything can happen, I didn’t feel like I was a mistake, or a failure or any of those labels, but I did realize that my time is limited, and I have to make the most of it. Another example is that during the initial split, my mother lived 5 minutes away from my house, and I would regularly make unscheduled visits to her apartment, and just talk to her. I comforted my mother, and we would talk for many hours. During that time, I hid my feelings behind my humor and
The first week of her absence was lonely but endurable. My father tried to come home early to take care of us. Even my brother, who usually just ignores me, was willing to stick around. But as time goes by, I started to miss my mother more and more. It was to the extreme that when she called back
Abraham Lincoln once stated, “All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe it to my mother.” Mother and child relationships vary greatly. Some mothers can have a very tight bond with their child, while others tend to be rather distant. The mother is responsible for caring for their child and helping the children grow. They should be able to guide their child down a good path, and not force them down a life that they do not want to do. This can be caused by many different reasons. In the book Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan Waverly has a distant relationship with her mother. The relationship between me and my mother is a complex bond that can not compare to any other mother and child relationship. My bond with my mother contrasts to other relationships
& Rider, E.). When an adolescent loses a close friend to suicide or other sudden tragic event, they are at a higher risk for developing clinical depression, yet their loss is most often not recognized as a significant loss and may be minimized by family and friends. When this comes at a time when adolescents are trying to be independent, most have not dealt with losing someone close their coping skills are not well developed, they may have a hard time asking for the help they desperately need. Often, they feel that their emotions are more intense than anyone can understand, in a sense, they are. Adolescents are feeling a lot of new emotions and have not developed strategies to deal with them. Without guidance, youths are more likely to develop coping skills that will be detrimental later in life, possibly turning to drugs and alcohol to self-medicate.
My father left my mother as a young immigrant, he left me at a young age, I only had my mother and my little sister. I couldn’t imagine the world without them, so when I discovered I could potentially lose my mother, I almost fell apart.
While I knew the source of the loneliness was due to the death of my mother, I found there was only the school guidance counselor available to provide any type of therapeutic
As I got older things got better, my mom got help for her drug problem and I got healthier with the help of my dad and step mother. While living with my father my mom was supposed to come every other weekend to visit me, and many of the times she was scheduled she did not come because she could not afford the gas. This made me upset sometimes because I thought she didn’t want me or she was doing more important things. After being disappointed so many times it made me stronger because I learned not to let other people control my
Being raised just by my Mom for a while had a major effect on the person I came to be today. When you think about a Mom, you tend to think loving and caring. With my mom raising me, she taught me just that. Growing up she taught me the values of being respectable to my elders, how to have proper manners, how to treat a girl correctly, etc… Most people would think that because of this, their son may come out to be “girly”. Since a father figure is not present. Although, I knew growing up that I had to act as the “man” of the house. So when my
My mother has a substantial impact on my life which shaped me into the college-ready young man I am today. When I was just a sophomore in high school she got arrested and removed out of my life in a flash. My two sisters and I did not know what to do. We had no father figure in our life, so, our grandparents came in and took us under their wing. Not knowing what to do, I was panicking asking myself questions like what am I going to do now and where am I going to attend school. These were really tough decisions knowing that I do not have a say in what happens. Having to leave all my close childhood friends, along with all the memories I had made in my hometown, it was a very dramatic sequence of events.
Being the only person you can really lean on and talk to can be tough, but learning to have a valuable connection with yourself is beneficial. Coming from immigrant parents, with continuous relationship problems, and being an only child, I often found myself feeling the problem of every issue, the middle of every argument, and just plain alone. My childhood was amazing, always the center of attention. As I started growing older, the attention I got from my parents diminished as they were so focused on their work and disputing with one another. My parents have been separated maybe twice in their life, not divorced because my mother could not get legally married because of the amount of debt she required in her past life. She was never supposed to become pregnant with me. She was supposed to abort me, but my dad convinced her not to. That is why ever since then, I think these years of arguing between my mother and father were all because of me. I was the burden on their relationship.
Watching my mother live from pay check to pay check when I was young was difficult. It was always hard for my mom to keep up with other parents but, she still somehow managed to get me everything I wanted, and more. Even though I was too young to understand, I could feel the stress, and the struggles my mom faced every day. She was only 20 years old when I was born and, because of that she had no choice but to grow up fast. At such a young age, I saw the effects of being a single parent, and the ways it changed my mom. She not only had to be a young mother but, she had to find a way to replace the void of a father, or a father figure in my life. My mom was strong, independent and courageous. Growing up watching her live her dreams under all the circumstances she faced, made me want to strive for a better life for myself. Seeing how hard is was to live and to have enough
I began to help my mom around the house. I had to learn how to cook a proper meal when I was seven years old, do laundry among other things to give my mom some relief. One day, when I was nine years old, my grandmother shared the news of my father’s departure to the U.S and that he did so to give me a better chance. It was heavy news for me, and as an emotional child I cried with my grandma and felt sad that from now on I was not going to get the occasional visit from him. As a teenager in the process of growing into a man, you think you need a father figure, a man perspective, advice on things that life throw at you, it was clear that I didn’t have that anymore. I was fortunate to have my mother and my grandmother to teach me right and wrong; the rest was pretty much up to me.
I grew up in a single parent household, and was a part of one until recently when my mom decided to remarry my now step dad. Growing up in this type of household has affected me in more ways than one would like to believe. It has affected the way my family is seen by others, how we speak to one another, and has had a large impact on my education. It has also given me a bigger stressor than simply living and growing in a single parent household with my mom; it gave me separation anxiety because of how we ended up in this
A couple years later my mom starting dating a man who is now my stepdad. He never had kids of his own making it harder for him to communicate and understand a young person like myself. I would always try to act older when I was with him, maybe I could tell he had difficulty interacting with young kids. As a kid I would only talk to my mom it was to the point where I would tell my mom things to say to other people for me, my stepdad being in the picture taught me how to interact with someone besides my mom. He played a huge role in shaping me into a young adult.