My Family : My Life In The Family

Families, as units, are extremely complex and vary drastically from one another. A person might be under the impression that his or her own family is nothing special, especially if they are accustomed to their family’s routines. After analyzing my own family through the sociological lenses of an assortment of scholars, it is now clear that it is not as simple as it seems. Sociologically analyzing my family through the divorces that have occurred in my life makes it clear that divorce can have an impact on a variety of family dynamics, such as my parents and their jobs and domestic duties, the amount of involvement they have with their friends and family, as well as my financial dependence on my parents.

Your life is changed every day and there are many points to your life. One point of my life is that family is the most important thing. Family is an important factor of everyone’s life, it’s who you are and who you have become today.

My personal narrative has to do with my journey alongside my family in an event that we all faced. When I was in fourth grade my father got cancer. I am not over protective of the fact that he did, in fact I am quite open on the subject. If they haven’t forgotten, then my friends know, and classmates at the time did know. In this way it is very personal, but also a shared story. As I stated earlier, my father got cancer when I was in fourth grade. This can certainly be considered an unusual childhood. I do not think that many children have had their parents go through cancer when they were around this age. My family spent lots of time in this situation. We were open with this fact, and people had helped us. My fourth grade class

Social class from a sociological perspective refers to a group of people of who share similar status, levels of power and wealth. At the moment in my family I would say that a lower-middle class serves as a best representation of our socioeconomic status. A lower-middle class according to Rosside’s model, accounts for approximately thirty to thirty-five percent of the population. It includes less affluent professionals such as nurses and teachers. I based my family’s socioeconomic status on our moderate position when it comes to income, education, and occupation class.

By looking at my parents’ gross incomes you’d see that we are a somewhat financially stable family. Because of my parents’ incomes I do not qualify for scholarships such as the Daniels Fund and the Horatio Alger scholarship. But, what these awards don’t take into account is medical need. As you can imagine, a rare vascular malformation isn’t exactly the cheapest disorder to possess. My KTS has provided me with a lifetime of medical need which includes check-ups, possible surgeries, compression garments, etc. My parents have provided me with the best possible health care since I was a child, but unfortunately they do not have the means to help me pay for college. I’ve always known they will not be able to help me pay for college so over the

Tears streamed down my face as I watched my older brothers drag my beloved dolls behind their bikes. My four year old body was full of hate, and I thought to myself, I will never forgive them. Don’t get me wrong, family is the most important thing in my life. All my earliest memories revolve around my siblings, cousins, and all other family members. Being the youngest in my family, I looked up to my older siblings. Literally.

In the eyes of my neighbors and my parent’s restaurant customers, my father, mother, older sister, younger brother, and I were the epitome of the perfect family. From the outside looking in, we were loving, supportive, happy, and accepting. However, their image of my family did not fit my own. Despite the hugs and kisses my father gifted my siblings and me, he was both physically and verbally abusive towards my mother. Strained silences and an uncomfortable feigned sense of normalcy were all consequences of his anger.

My family is deemed to be what is referenced as a nuclear family. A father, mother, and their offspring biological and adopted living together under one household. My family was of low socioeconomic status and due to this position, we were raised in a low-income neighborhood. However, that did not affect how my mother and father reared their family. I am the third child in a family of five. My role in the family was that of a helper to my mother of household duties and a caretaker of my younger siblings. My parents did a wonderful job of nurturing my siblings and I by providing a faith based structure that gave each of us a solid foundation. My parents ingrained strong ethics, values and traditions in my

Ever since I was born into this world I knew that God placed me with the perfect family. My parents and my older brother mean the world to me. We were all so close and comfortable with one another and that’s how a true and understanding family is supposed to be. It was the summer of my sophomore year and I was so excited to be able to spend it with the people I loved most. As the summer went on I began to realize that my parents were hardly speaking to one another. My brother and I just assumed that they had gotten into a fight and they were just taking time apart. A few weeks on and they still weren't communicating with one another. At this point I realized that something was wrong. The family that I once loved and looked forward to seeing was growing apart. They never kissed, or hugged or even simply talked to one another. It was near the end of summer when my mom told me news that would change my life forever. She sat me down and told me that she was filing for an immediate divorce. I was so devastated and furious at both of them. I couldn't understand why they let their relationship get to this point. As weeks went on I noticed that my mom was always on the phone, and whenever I would ask who it was she would simply ignore me.I soon began to realize that the reason why my mom was becoming so distant is because she was having an affair. I felt like my world was turned upside but this was only the beginning of the struggle I've been facing with my parents.

I must have been about 4 years old when my family and I came across a cat, he was black and white in color and dirty from being outside. He was standing in the middle of a dirt road and froze in fear when our car pulled up to him. My mother, seeing as she is rather courageous, decided she wanted to save him. My grandmother was very much against this idea, what if he's sick, what if he has rabies? This is one of my earliest memories so my recollection of this is like a dream, just bits and pieces crocheted into one mishmash of a story. I say this because after that point the next thing I remember is being at home with this cat and they had put him in the sink to wash him. He looked rather young and was thin, I couldn't tell you if that was because he was outside or if that was because he was wet, maybe both. I also couldn't tell you if they took him to the vet and got him checked out, and as sure as I am that they are responsible enough to do that, I couldn't tell you for sure. They later named him Gus. Yes, like an old man, I wonder how my younger self felt about it, I kind of like it now.

Family is irreplaceable. You can have a ton of friends, but when it comes down to it, family is more important. Family always has your back, and no matter how tough it gets they will always be there for you. If you mess with my family, you mess with me. That’s how my family works. Every family is different though.

I grew up in a household slightly different from the average household. This abnormal household showed me that no matter the family unit someone can have a positive influence in their life that will push them to achieve their goals. We lived in Maryland so the cost of living was high my parents had to work multiple jobs. This means my brother and I really had little to none parental or supervision growing up. I am only four years younger than my brother so I would hang with his crowd of friends rather than mine. In my household, my mother’s niece, Monet lived with us she is about ten years older than my brother. When my brother and I would wake up and I would be the only person in the house. I can remember waking up and smelling the freshly cooked waffles and bacon downstairs. Monet was my mother’s brother, daughter. Monet became so close to my brother Avery and I she was almost as if she was our sister. I can remember growing up and she would always say, “You don't have to take the route I took, its many more exits on the highway.” Even though I was young I was not blind to the fact of Monet role in the community and her neighborhood job I never judged her, she did what she had to do to make ends meet. It was an experience every day, or anytime being with Monet. She was so popular around Maryland it was almost like everywhere we went we received respect love. Now that I look back at the past, I see that Monet has taught me a lot that I know and live by today. I could

Why is this important to society? Some people want to know how long they have to live. Knowing exactly when you’ll take your last breath is bitter sweet. Knowing you’ll be dying in a week, month or year can change a person’s life drastically. In society, this could either be an astounding finding or an instant depression just waiting to happen, depending on the way you look at it. Would you want to know?

Growing up, my family was ideal. My sisters and I were all very happy and very coddled by my father, he was my hero in my early years, he would always be the fun and loving parent when my mom would yell. My dad was into welding, fishing, and playing guitar, I thought that no dad could possibly be more outstanding or influential than my own, he was impeccably intelligent and resourceful. My family and I had not spent a holiday apart, the amount of love that took place in our home was uncomparable. While growing up in my household, I had not faced many issues with myself and my family, we had always felt secure with one another and spent our days happily together, just us five. Until one day that five became a four.

Every child says their parents are the best.n It is true, parents give us a bed to rest our heads on at night, and make sure we always have food in front of us. Daily poarents sacrefice the smalest thing asto keep their children happy. I could not agree more with that. My parents have made the greatest decisions to keep my brother and I always happy and spoiled.