My Family Essay

In 1974, my mother, and her lower class family, emigrated from Canada to New City, New York. They moved frequently back and forth between various American and Canadian cities due to my grandfather’s lack of finding long-term employment; he has a book filled with pages upon pages of business cards and papers recording his numerous previous employers. Eventually, my grandfather found a steady job in print, working for the New York Times in 1985, my grandmother opened her own bookstore for a brief period in time, and my mother and her siblings all attended and graduated from four-year colleges. The entire family continues to retain sole Canadian citizenship. As improved a life they have been provided, not all immigration stories have such a happy ending. Most immigrant families coming from south of the United States border, in the same financial situation as my mother and her family had been, will not have such luck. They are stuck in a paradox of stereotypes, between being perceived by the suburban white family as “lazy” or “taking all of our jobs.” Why is it that we turn a blind eye to our neighbors to the north, as if they collectively live up to the stereotype of unfaltering niceness? Though much has been said about these immigrants coming to the United States from Latin America, very little attention is being paid to the immigrants coming from Canada and Western Europe due to prejudice.

I'm very grateful to have a family that loves me! When the whole family is together, it makes me feel safe, like nothing awful can happen to me; when we are all together they make things easier. My family treats not only me, but others with respect. I always try to avoid thinking about what would happen to me if I didn't have a family. I feel when most people come to think of it, it makes you wonder. Who would you be today? Where would you be today? How would you grow up? It's always those things that get to you. In my opinion, it's safe to say we are all very lucky to be in the country we are in. However, these people include; parents, grandparents, and sister.

As I endured the prospect of creating a genogram, I allowed myself to reflect and interpret the history and impacts that affected my family. During my review of my genogram, I was able to consider my family within a multigenerational, diverse, and socio-political context. By creating a genogram, a dialogue was started within my head and with my partner about which family traits, issues, strengths, and resiliencies made me who I am today. Subsequently, this dialogue made me aware that being raised in a small family has many advantages along with some disadvantages when acquiring information about influences and the history of preceding generations. Consequently, I did not have to contend with many conflicting recollections but I did have to rely mostly on my own memory, public records, and journals to piece together my genogram. Although all things discovered and recollected are not always fortunate on the surface, they subsist as basis to my personal resilience and strength as a gay man.

I grew up with both of my parents and three siblings, my family is extremely close, so close that everyone needs a break from one another from time to time. My family is far from perfect, I am not the oldest child but I always took on that role as being the oldest sibling. The one who watches my two younger siblings when both of my parents weren’t home. My older brother Aubrey was supposed to be the one who watched over us but he never did. He spent his days locked away in his room, or nat at the house at all. Taking on the role of almost a mother figure to my younger siblings was difficult. I had to learn to be selfless and not just think for myself at an early age. When my mom didn’t come home till after twelve to escape my dads drunkness or my dad was laying out drunk in the bedroom. I was the one who fed my little brother and sister. I was the one who cleaned up the room the three of us shared. I was the one who helped them with their homework, who did my little sister's hair. I didn’t realize how much mature I became because of this responsibility till I was in high school and was referred to as Mom by the basketball team. I’ve always thought that I was the same as any teen immature, reckless, and carefree. That wasn’t the case at all I had many responsibilities like babysitting my siblings,washing and folding our clothes, making sure they get their chores done. I did this because I knew my father drank because of our financial situation, not being able to pay the

To a lot of people, having the same blood running through your veins, means a lot. To some it means that it automatically claims you to be family. Others may think being blood related means you’re more important to them then someone who may not be. But to me, blood has nothing to do with who you care about and who you consider family. It doesn’t shape you as a person and doesn’t define who you are going to be. I am adopted, therefore, most of my family and I do not share the same DNA. But I have learned that it doesn’t matter if you have the same color hair as your mother, or the same eyes as your father. What matters is the love and the care that people share for you, that’s what makes you family.

Over the past years of my life, many things have changed, including my friends, lifestyle, religious beliefs and jobs. With everything constantly changing around me, there is one thing that has always stayed the same: my family. When I think about my most blissful moments in life, they all involve my family. My relationship with my parents, brother, husband and children is something that I learn to treasure more and more every day. There are many significant things in my life, but the most important relationship to me is family.

My family on the outside is definitely the kind of family people automatically have an assumption about at first glance, and I know exactly what those assumptions are, my family looks like the typical middle-class family you see every day. We’re white, average heights, looks, jobs, everything about us looks average. What people didn’t know about my family growing up and still don’t know is that my family is not necessarily average. I first noticed that my family was different when I was seven years old. My parents would argue every single day and I don’t know exactly what happened when I turned seven, but at that point in my life was like a realization moment for me, I realized that I didn’t know anyone else who had parents that would argue every day and night nonstop over nothing and everything.

Today families are made up of many different structures. There are nuclear family, single parent family, extended family, and childless family, just to name a few. As I look at my family, amongst the traditional American family we have transitioned from a single parent family into a nuclear family. The transition is similar to a traditional family in our society. The roles of my parents switched on a daily basis which is common in a military family or in any other family.

My family has its ups and downs, sometimes, but we have pulled each other through it. My parents have allowed me to gain a better education by letting me come to PCA. They are proud of me because I have furthered my education. My parents were happy that I decided to take a college English class to clear some of those credits out of the way. My parents do a lot for me, and I try to what they need me to do. They want the best for me and my sister so they work hard for us to have the best. My sister drives me berserk sometimes, but we get along somewhat. She does gymnastics and I do volleyball, so we never really see each other because we are in two different places.

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

You would think the average family is both parents living in the same house and everything is fine and peachy. You go away with your family on vacations, you go to family events together and you all and all you have a good time together. In my case my family is nothing like the typically american family, my family has had a lot of problems. When i was about 10 years old in 4th grade my dad stopped living with me, my mom, and my sister. Before this happened the reason my dad left was because he found out my mom was cheating on him. At the time my parents were already having problems. My sister's sweet sixteen was coming and the day before her party my parents had a huge argument. They were fighting about money, my dad was freaking out

I will never forget the day I walked downstairs at two in the morning. I stood in the doorway of my parent’s bedroom watching my parents crying their eyes out while yelling at my sister. "How could this happen to you? Why did you want to do this? Why did I get a call from the cops at two in the morning saying that you were thinking about killing yourself," my mom yells, fiercely shaking in fear. "I hate my life," my sister screams back at them practically swimming in her own tears. By this point, both of my brothers have awoken and are now standing alongside me witnessing this heartbreaking scene. "But why Casey," my dad softly says, trying to hold it together. My sister begins to yell again, "Because people are constantly texting me making fun of me, telling me I 'm a whore and saying that I should just kill myself because no one actually likes me." As soon as she finishes her sentence my Mom drops to the floor crying. I along with my other brother immediately start crying as well. The only thought that came to my head is why would someone as perfect as she, hate her life so much to want to end it. To better understand cyber bullying, it 's crucial to look at the causes and effects it has on teenagers.

I have been fortunate enough to have grown up in a content and supportive family. My parents are still married, my grandparents, and even some great grandparents, survived to see me grow up, and I have a good relationship with my immediate and extended family. My family and my experiences with them have formed me into the person that I am today. Despite having an average, middle class, white picket fence life, my family is not as ordinary as they seem on the surface.

The morning of February 8th, 2015 began like any other Sunday. My family and I all woke up late and missed church. Then we all got ready and started on the tasks that need to be accomplished for the day. Little did we know that the events which would take place that afternoon would sparked a change forever leaving a billowing smoky haze on mine and my family’s life.

As a member of a hispanic family there are many rules that the children of the family have to follow because that is the way the hispanic families do in order to raise the children for them to be successful or have a good future of their own. In my case, both of my parents love me and they raise the best they could do and I am grateful for it because they have always been by my side since day one of my life. They taught me the good behavior that all person should have, they demonstrated me virtues and responsibilities I had to carry since a young age because I am the eldest children in the family of four siblings. It never bother me to be the eldest because taking care of the youngest members was an easy task for me. Yet, as many families