My Mother And My Family

My parents have always taught me to follow my dreams and to fight for what makes me feel happy and accomplished.

Self-direction was also important to my family. Creativity and Freedom are valued. I was always told that I was supposed to make my own choices and that I would be supported no matter what. I was also raised to be independent. My mom got married young because she was taught women were to stay home while men earned money. She knows now that marrying young isn’t the answer and that’s why she’s always pushed me to earn a college degree and become independent. For these reasons, I was brought up to understand that women are equal to men and that women are capable of earning a living wage to take care of themselves.

I was mainly raised by my mom and sisters, we did not have much but my mother always worked very hard go give us all we needed and tried her best to succeed so we could have more than what she ever had while growing up. I was raised with the same mentality, to work as hard as I could so I could have all that I wanted for myself and for my future children. Growing up my father was not a part of our lives, we had to work for all we wanted but, it did not mean that I had to do the same work as my mother, my job was to focus in school and get good grades so one day I could be someone important in life. My mother was not hard on us, we choose who we wanted to be, all it mattered was to be happy and stay together.

Looking back at how my own mother raised me, she encouraged a large amount of independence with my siblings and I. She instilled within us the general expectation that the only individual that will ever be responsible for our lives is us. She could only hold our hand and guide us through so much, when it came to getting a job, being successful and figuring out who we are, that was completely up to us. This was a method very similar to the way that she was raised, and also to how my grandmother was raised. Based on these principles, I walked through life with the idea that this was how everyone was raised.

I waited for the black truck to arrive at my door. I never knew my aunt, uncle, and cousin, and now they would become my new family. However no one could really replace my real family. My Mom, Dad and younger brother got into a car wreck. I was the only survivor. My heart still aches from the experience. To make matters worse, I would have to leave my home in New York to go and live with my closest relatives in the country. My emotions and thoughts were acting like they had been put in a blender. I was happy that my extended family was willing enough to take me into their care, I was sad because I would have to live away from my home and friends. Everything will be different nothing will ever be the same again.

There are many things in life that have shaped me into the person that I am today, but my family is easily the biggest influence on me. This is my story.

It seemed as if a war was happening right in the middle of our kitchen. Seeing the puddles of tears streaming down from my sister and I’s face was undoubtedly heartbreaking for my parents, but it was also heartbreaking for my sister and I to find out our parents were getting a divorce. Their screaming was loud and constant. I wish my walls were soundproof.

would hurt me so much seeing my friend’s dads be there for them while mine was nowhere around. The question of why was I not good enough popped up into my head multiple times. My mom would always tell me that it was my dad’s loss. He was missing out on my life.

Family. It’s one word that has a different significance for every individual. There’s multiple uncontrollable factors that can change crucial aspects of your personality, such as whether or not your parents are together or the number of siblings you have. These features can cause one to be either satisfied or discontented in their life. Most do not think about the stability of their family; after all, I never thought about it until mine began collapsing.

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.

Losing a loved one is never easy. There will be pain and heartache. There will be Days where you do not want to get out of bed in the morning, and days where you just feel angry. I know when my family was struggling with the Loss of my baby brother, though he was just a few days old, it was unquestionably heartbreaking. Seeing my mom in the depressed state that she was in made me cling to her and I refused to leave her side for a long time after his passing. I know that I am not in your exact situation, and I will never fully understand, but I hope that I can provide at least some kind of comfort in this time of loss that you and your family are experiencing.

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 provides a basis for how we interact with the world; when meeting someone new, or doing a new action, I think back on what my family has taught me. I have a large family and each member has done something that has impacted me in some way, but I have really analyzed how my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and parents have impacted my life. There are several aspects to consider however for this analysis I will be focusing on these socioeconomic events: immigration, poverty, gender, educational attainment, death, and health problems.

I was a first generation college graduate, my parents were earnest, humble people. My father quit high school to help with the family farm. He spent eighteen years in a Veteran’s Hospital after being diagnosed with Tuberculosis in WWII. My mother raised five children on her own. My dad was released from the hospital when I was four years old, so I was blessed with a spiritual and loving mother who was strong, confident, yet humble. A dedicated father who taught us important life lessons of how to laugh, how to fix anything with duct tape, how to manage conflict with lessons such as, “You can get glad in the same pants you got mad in.” Also the value of being a member of our human family, “You aren’t better than anyone else, and no one else is better than you.” All

Growing up with a military father that’s always going on a mission, my mother always made me feel like I still had two parents.She never missed a basketball game, a wrestling meet, or a musical rehearsal.She always worked with me in my acting career, yet even at a young age still kept my mind on school.