My Mom And My Family

It all started with our family sitting at the dinner table with my mom crying, holding crumpled up tissues with black streaks of mascara on it. My dad nervous enough to say, “Your mom has stage four breast cancer.” Those words have stuck in my head clear as a bell for the last eight years. Our faces of curiosity soon turned into fear. As an eight year old I didn’t understand a lot of words grownups said, but those burning words were sharp knifes on my throat.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013, my sisters and I were waiting for my mom to get home from work while we were getting ready for church. My dad was home too, but being the man that he is, he was all ready and set to go before anyone else. Every five minutes he would tap on the face of his watch and say, “Hurry up! We’re leaving as soon as your mom gets home.” Eventually, we were ready to go, but our mom had not made it home yet. I heard a car door shut and my mom walked through the door. My dad got up from his recliner and headed for the door, and my mom stopped him and said she had something to tell us. She sat us down in the living room. My dad was back in his recliner, my two sisters were beside me on the couch, and my mom was sitting across from us on the other couch with our dog in her lap. She let out a sigh and began telling us that she had found a lump on her left breast not too

I want you to know that since the day we met each other I've fallen in love with you and I continue to fall in love with you. Day by day my love for you becomes overwhelming. I love you more today than I did yesterday, and I'll love you more tomorrow than I do today. There are no words I can come up with to express the feelings I feel in my heart. You make my days feel special, I look forward to always getting to talk to you. You are now an important part of my life. You have engraved yourself into my heart and soul. I don't know what I would do without you. You are my best friend and my one true love. I need you in my life, you keep me happy and just make me feel wonderful. I treasure every moment we spend together. The good and the bad moments. I hope we can learn, grow, and appreciate the moments we do have.

Growing up, my mother grew up with a pastor as a father and a teacher as a mother. Both parents were strict, and extremely traditional. My mother and hers siblings wore conservative clothing, and were home early on the week days and weekends. All were forced to do good in school and be fully true to God. Their life was all about tradition and doing what their parents told them to do. My grandma wanted my mother to go into nursing so she would be the one to take care of the family since my mother was the only sibling staying back in Iowa, rather than my mother’s sibling who have moved all over the country.

The make-up of my family was our parents, two boys and four girls, of which I was the youngest. It was a Christian based home, where my father was strict but, my mother was the nurturer in the family. In my eyes, my mother was awesome because she had such inner, spiritual and physical strength, and although both parents played a big part in our spiritual instruction, the memory of her example of faithful prayer and dependence on God’s strength, impacted me the most.

Family was a word that made me feel like an empty bag, drifty down the wind, not having a clue about . It was a word I heard a lot, my family this and my family that, people I was surrounded with had a family to be with but I didn't have no family here to even spend time with. Sometimes when I heard people talk about their family, I would day dream and imagine how my family was like, what did they like to do and go to family reunions, how many people were in my family, were there some in my family characteristics that I shared with them or were there others that were totally different from mine. I would think what was my mom and dad's side like, what was different about them. All these questions I had floated in my head and left me wondering out for years. Whenever people asked about my family, I would just want to blast off, miles away to my destination and meet them, then land back to the conversion and tell them about my family.

My parents were both born and raised in Veracruz, Mexico by Oaxaca. My father, Tomas, grew up in a very poor family. He was the oldest out of nine siblings. My father’s families were Mexican Indians. They spoke dialect. My mother, Emilia, came from a wealthy family. My mother’s parents didn’t approve of her marrying my father because of his background. My mother disobeyed her parents and married my father at the age of 18. My father was 24. My parents lived his parents until he got his own little house. My father started growing and selling tobacco, bananas, cows, pigs, etc. to feed his family. In 1974, my mother had her first child my oldest brother Benito. Later in 1979, my brother Ariel was born. Finally, my sister Deyci was born. He was no longer gaining profit but loosing instead it was not enough.

Families, they might be annoying and overbearing at times, but regardless we love our families just as they love you. It doesn’t matter what color, nationality, differing personality’s or even beliefs. Most can agree that no matter how out of this world your family might be you have something in common with others families maybe even more than you might think. Alice walker’s everyday use is a story about a family whose problem may not that different than most families. Mama and her daughters have an appreciation for their heritage, but they struggle to see each other point of view in “Everyday use” the fictitious family and my family have some similarities and differences concerning Differing perspective, Hard working parents and issue

My family isnt perfect. We argue, we fight, we even stop talking to each other at times, but in the end my family is my family. The love will always be there. Me and my family have always had our ups and downs. Even though we all struggle, I’ll always need them in my life. It took a while to realize that.

I can not accurately describe myself without describing my family as a whole. I come from a close knit family of parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents to which I am the only girl. That has provided me with many strengths as well as some weaknesses. My family has always included more than just blood relatives. We have had the mentality that if you are here you are family. For the most part that has been a great way of life, however there have been times that it has proven to be challenging. All of it however has shaped me into the person that I am at this point.

Growing up with my family wasn't always easy. My parents separated when I was very young, so it was hard for my mother to support me when she was only eighteen. Living with my grandma almost all of my life after that was perfect for me because she was our primary support. There was a time when I realized that I only had myself to count on. No one made sure I was fed, did my homework, or made sure I went to bed on time. These things made me independent at a young age. However, it's not that my mom wasn't there for me when I needed her, but she wasn't always there to take care of me. I never had those types of parents that would pick me up when I needed them. Watching me as I fell, they took all of the credit for when I pulled myself back onto my feet. Since she never acted like an adult, she wasn’t a good role model for me. There are multiple reasons for this such as dropping out of high school and college, losing multiple jobs, and being in an abusive relationship. Thankfully, I had my family to guide me through life or else I'm not sure where I would be.

I come from a family of readers. My parents and older sisters always had a book, magazine or newspaper in their hands. In my parent’s house, the walls that separated the living room, dining room and family room from all other rooms, wooden bookshelves – floor to ceiling – filled with all types of books, from dictionaries and encyclopedias to novels, cooking, memoirs, short stories, poetry, etc., and on all kind of subjects or topics. As a child, I remember climbing on the shelves trying to reach the big dictionary that was at the top, or I would also ask my sister to read me all the blue books or the green books or any book. I learned that through books I could discover the big “secret” world open only to readers, I learned that in books I would find funny, complicated or wired words, and, that reading will help to develop my reason. The family environment was definitely the most important factor that helped me to develop passion for books and for listening what others have to say about books they have read. As far as I remember, we were always looking for new books in bookstores or trading with friends and our extended family. I learned to love books, and reading became significant for my life, and the discussions and sharing were entertaining and stimulating! In school, I was blessed with great literature teachers that made the classes interesting and fun. From pre-Kinder to grammar school, I remember the many visuals they used to enhance the stories and/or to help those

Family needs come before the needs of yourself. That’s the lesson the most horrible time of my life taught me. If you are in a situation that is irritating, if it's about family it doesn’t matter. This whole situation taught me that family is the most important thing in my life. July 3, 2014 is where my story starts.

Family has always been a huge part of my life, but seeing how valuable they are hasn’t always been easy. I always try to think about family over everything. Being grateful for what I am blessed with is an everyday challenge. I haven’t always appreciated the family I have and how important it is to stick together. I had gone through rough times with my family before, but one experience in particular changed my life forever.

There were many lessons I have learned in my past such as to shoot gun and bow properly and that family is important. I have had some time to reflects on my lessons learned but the one that stand out the most is that family is important. For everyone they have had someone they have lost that they were somewhat close to them. Plus I think that people underestimate how much they are attached to a person until that person is dead or have passed away. Family is one of the most valuable things people have in there world.