My Family, My Dad Essay

Depending on their cultural background, many families will often have different understandings or ideas of what a family is and how it should be structured.

As a toddler, I spent my time living with my grandparents and my mother in Honduras. My father had moved to the United States just a few months after I was born. My mother would work during the day and my uncle's wife would baby sit me. I was still quite young and all I knew was that my father moved because he wanted to provide the best he could for his family. I lived in a house where not only my mother and I resided, we shared a home with four of my cousins, two of my uncles, and their wives. Everything I received at that age came from what my dad sent my mom and the rest of his family and what my mom earned. In 2004, months after my 4th birthday, my mother told me we were finally going to be reunited with my dad. I was of course

I hear the creak of the door as he walks out. The crunch as his boots step on the piles of snow seem to send a shiver up your back. As he gets into his off-colored white car, he waves to us as if it is the last time he might get to see us. When he starts to drive away, you can hear the click, click, click, as his car zooms away. We go back inside and my mom bursts into tears. The tears fall down her face one by one until she manages to calm herself. My dad left. For how long? We had no idea.

The category my immediate family best fits into is a blended family. Mainly because of my father. He has remarried 3 times but has finally settled down with my mother. He has 2 sons with his ex wife which makes them my half brothers. Since my Dad is 77, my brothers are in their late 40’s so it's pretty difficult to explain to people my brothers ages. What is even more shocking to people is that both of my half brothers have children. Both of which are older than me. The look on people’s faces when I tell them that I am an uncle with nieces that are both a year older than me is amusing. However, what I consider my immediate family, my mom and my dad, we are a isolated nuclear two earner family if you could combine the two. My mother has never had a divorce and has been with my father for 23 years now. They are both great, supportive, and loving parents.

A couple months back, Mom suggested I write a letter explaining my future intentions with Nick since I am much more eloquent in letter than in verbal discussion. Recently I’ve felt compelled to complete this letter as our discussions have become more blatantly focused on the eventual blending of our lives.

The man above all the rest, because of his influence on my life, is my dad. He is so special to me that it's hard to put it in words. My dad is the one who had me knowing in my heart by 7th grade, maybe even sooner, that I wanted to teach someday and that I wanted to coach. My dad was a 5th and 6th grade teacher for 23 years. During these years he coached track, softball, volleyball, and my favorite sport, basketball. I think I probably had a basketball in my hands when I was born!

As any other kid all I wanted growing up was a family like the fairytales. A prince charming dad and princess as a mom ,but like always nothing is what it seems. Many people do not cherish family until some death or terminal illness occurs. I am going to talk about two major impacts in my life.

My family? You actually want to use these few minutes to read about my family? Well, let me just say one thing: we are all so, very different. So, making connections is easier said than done. Yet, I have made a few crucial connections with my cousin Hayley, my cousin P.J., and my mother.

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.

I most strongly identify with two cultural groups: Judaism and women. This is because I live as a Jewish woman every day. My family is also a part of the Jewish faith. In our family, we value honesty, dedication, and generosity. I have learned that with these values I am a better person. I grew up in an upper – middle class family in North Carolina. My parents believe in hard work and being successful and genuine in everything you do. My ancestors all came from Eastern Russia, but were kicked out because of their religious views. During World War II people of the Jewish faith were forced out of their homes and sent to concentration camps. But, my family was lucky and escaped Eastern Russia. The primary race of my family is Caucasian and the language spoken is English. However, my grandparents on both sides speak Yiddish when they are not around me and my siblings. Unfortunately, I cannot understand anything they are saying, but feel connected to the language because of my faith. My relationship to Yiddish is similar to people’s relationships with the smell of Christmas trees. When I hear it, I feel at home and when people smell Christmas trees they feel connected with the holiday of Christmas.

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.

Our world is filled with so many different types of people. As life goes on, people come and go just like you pass cars on the highway. Some grow old while others die young. I have met so many incredible and unbelievable people over the years. However, there is one person who stood out to me above others, my father. He was someone like no other person could be. My father helped me through everything. It is very heart breaking to say I no longer can go to him for anything, but I know he is watching me from above. I would do anything to be able to talk to him again. My father impacted my life tremendously like no other person has before.

Each family is unique, as no one family is the same as another. Family is essentially, people who come from the same ancestors. Each family has their own history, immigration, and roots. As I was lucky enough to be born in America, I would have never had to opportunity to be brought into this world as an American without the sacrifices my family made years ago.

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

When I think of a hero, many character traits come to my mind: courageous, strong, supernatural, good-looking, and invincible. Even though he has some of these traits, my father contains much better traits. My father is my hero because he is calm, loving, and selfless.