My Family Essay

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

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.

A few months ago, at family prayer my grandfather was having trouble with his leg and he was limping. My uncle decided to ask if we wanted to pray for him. All the kids got around my grandpa, and we put our hands on him and we prayed about his leg. When he got up his leg was still bugging him. After prayer my grandparents went home and went to bed. The next week, my grandma told us that after we prayed last week, they went home and went to bed, but the next morning he was walking perfectly, without a limp. That was one of the blessings that my family experienced this past year.

In 1866 just before the family was to leave for America she was badly burned. Some of

Ever since I was born my mother has been supporting our family all by herself. She so often asked for help from family members and friends, but ultimately she was the one holding our family together. When I was younger, I never actually understood how bad my mother was struggling to keep our family together. I’ve never seen her cry, or break down over the stress she is under. I always thought my life was great until I got older and started realizing that there’s more to the story. I’m very grateful to have everything that I have, but it’s not the same when I see others with a better.

“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.

Intro: No one on this earth is created equally. If everyone was the same, Would we get along? No. Our Differences as humans cause us to create a discussion with other people, and get to know each other better through conversation. Also, understanding and respecting other people helps us grow .If we were all the same there would be nothing to learn about other people. We wouldn’t make friends. Finding something in common with someone creates a special bond because not everyone has that in common. Everybody has their own interests, preferences, and character traits. Not even twins are the same people, even though they are identical they develop their own interests. Nobody in this world is just like me, and nobody ever will be.

For all my life my family has been very close. My mother’s family has always been close by and we have always celebrated every holiday together, spent birthdays and we always got together to eat dinner. Even though my father’s side of the family lives scattered throughout the country we always found times to travel and see each other. We did not see each other on holidays except for Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday because it is the one time of the year I get to spend with my entire family. I always love the craziness and even though my father hates cooking for forty people he does it because it is so important to my family. He knows the only thing that matters is our family is all there and it brings us all closer for that one time of the year. My family on paper seems happy and perfect but it is not. My family has had stressful times with illness and deaths and when people thought it would tear us apart it did not it brought us all closer.

My family is not the most interesting but of course there are some secrets that can be dug up from the present and the past. Theres the good the bad and the ugly in every family. Whether you like to admit it or not. It's just something you have to be willing to accept about people in our families. Some are betters than others and some are just plain out ugly. The first half of my paper will be about my mother's side. Which tends to be more of the drug addicts and other ugly habits. When my father side is more of the better parts of my genetically inherited traits.

I grew up in a very normal family with a mom, dad, one brother and three sisters. Since I’m the baby of the family, my mom stayed home until I started school. My mom worked in payroll and accounting, and my dad was a computer engineer. My brother is the oldest and did his best to tease all four younger sisters equally. He was very good at his “job”, but I knew he loved me because he opened doors for me and even braided my hair on occasion. My three older sisters watched out for me, especially my oldest sister; she became my second mom. My sisters fought a bit, but it wasn’t anything horrible or abnormal. We were a pretty happy family that did a lot of fun things together and were loved by our wonderful parents. At least that’s what I remembered, but there were times that I wondered if I was loved at all. Was I just the baby of five kids, five years younger than my closest sibling, and easily forgotten?

I was born into a very close family. For three years it was just my parents and me; later my sister came along. The most important thing to me with my family is how close we are. I have always felt that I can tell my mom, dad, or sister anything that has happened in my life. We have always been very honest and open to each other. I have always gotten along with my parents. My dad is a stock broker and this past year I interned in his office. I wasn’t a huge fan of being in an office taking calls most the day; that career path is probably not in my future. My mom used to be an interior designer before we moved from New York City to Park City, Utah. She now mostly spends her time hiking, biking, and going to the gym. My sister and I have always gotten along very well, she also plays lacrosse and aspires to play in college as well.

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

The family is very important, no matter what background or culture you come from. Your family is how you begin your life, they help you grow and develop into who you are, who you want to be, and how you want to be. With that said, some families aren’t as intimate as others, certain circumstances cause an impairment in their bonds and connections. Although my family isn’t the most well-knit family, I am a strong believer that family should stick together no matter the circumstance is, no matter their differences nor their misunderstandings.

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