My Personal Note On My Family

Growing up as a kid, the people I looked up to the most were my parents. As I got older I started to realize how much I started to influence my sister's and started becoming a role model to them. My family growing up hasn't been the greatest family or really even a normal one from what I think a family should actually be. ️

It was an ugly one but everything happens for a reason. My parents needed to be separate so they can actually function. Once my parents divorced my mom and I moved out of my dads and we moved into a new home. I started a new chapter of my life, high school in a new home with my mom by my side. Now my mom had to take on the father and mother role at the same time. She had to pay all the bills provide me with transportation, cook, clean and work all at the same time financially supporting herself and I. Some days were extremely long and some felt like they were never ending. I would always remember waking up and my mom never having been there because she would always be working. Hustle while people are sleeping, I always thought to myself. I would only see my mom just for a few hours everyday. Usually I have to cook for myself and do everything by

Before we moved out, things between my parents weren’t the best. There were very heated arguments, that no child, nor teenager should have to hear. It hurt me a lot to see my parents at each other’s necks. It began to frustrate me. Hearing them constantly telling each other they hate one another, telling each other this should’ve happened years ago. Seeing my younger brother crying because my dad would yell at him for asking them to stop arguing. I hated it.

As a child, the parenting styles largely differ between my mother and my father. My mother was more of an authoritative parent, she emphasizes a lot on our behavior and values, and she won’t hesitate to punish us if we were to violate some of the ground rules that she set, one of it being rude to people with higher seniority. She believes in tough love as a whole and is the one that keep close taps on my sister’s and my behavior. She is also more involved with my school activities and work closely with my teachers to make sure I am coping well with my

Until now, I have never given much thought to my parent’s style of parenting. I have just always known that it wasn’t right. Reflecting on how different my parenting style is from my parents’ reassures me that I will raise children who are much better adjusted than I was growing up. I am determined to give them every opportunity they deserve, and continue to work on my authoritative parenting style. I want to break the cycle and show my kids what healthy relationships look like, so they will eventually be better parents to their children

I have been feeling a combination of emotions after hearing some very interesting news from my family. I feel is confusion of being shocked, upset and excitement which I share with my siblings or my wife. I wonder, is this true? How could it be? We were one big happy family, but now I don’t understand. My siblings and my wife all have provided me comfort, which has been very helpful. I was the youngest of seven; with five sisters and one brother. Now, I find out I have two brothers. I grew up being bullied, pushed around and always getting the hand-me-downs of everything in his family. Growing up, I always felt like I lived a normal life, with great parents, a roof over my head, attended a Catholic School and even had the opportunity to

My family has always been supportive of my actions, which I believe has helped influence my behavior. My mom is my number one supporter. It is learning from her that has shaped my continued academic pursuit despite my grief. I have a hard time making decisions and majority of the time I relay on my family to help me make decisions. My mother has always taught me to be my own person. This means to think, speak, and act unique. I have lived by this saying for many years. As a child growing up I tried to fit in with the popular students in my high school, but now after seeing that backfire, I only can and will be the best me that I can be. The mistakes that I have made my lying to my mother when I was younger, have shaped my desire to tell my mom the truth. Growing up my mom was always one sided. It was always don’t do this and don’t do that and if you do not abide by such rules then you would be disciplined. This made me as a child not want to be open with my mom and sneak behind her back. Now as an adult, my relationship with my mom has changed. I do not lie to her, I come to her with all of my problems, and I depend on her perhaps too much to make some of my decisions. With the passing of my boyfriend, my mom has been the person that I depend on. When I am having a bad day or schools beginning to become too much for me, I think about everything that she has instilled in me about God and have applied that to my life which makes things 100% better. I believe my

I was never interested in having a sibling, until I had one. I always thought I would be perfectly happy on my own, just me, myself, and I. The only person I ever had to be concerned about was myself. My parents were just about always busy, and I sometimes even had to spend my days at my mom’s work office. Dad was always doing something and worked late. I had a good group of friends, and they were all I needed, right? But once my family adopted a little boy, I was never alone. I learned more about the meaning of family. As soon as that little boy was part of my family, I as a person, changed forever.

There are many aspects of this picture that tell you a story about my family. First, and probably the most obvious, is that we enjoy spending quality time together during sporting events. Whether its a third grade baseball game, high school football game, or a professional NHL game, sports are a way that our family communicates. This picture was during one of the NHL games we went to in Boston. A big part of all my family members childhoods included competitive sports, so its something we all find common ground on. Part of the reason for this is because we are not huge talkers. You will never find my family sitting around chit-chatting for hours, that just isn’t our personality. We talk and communicate better when there is something to watch and engage with. This is especially true with the male figures in my family.

I lived with my mother for the most part, but anytime I would act up my father would come get me.

I believe that most if not all people are influenced by people and/or events in their past. This is especially true to me. I would not be who I am today without my family, experiences and relations that I have made throughout the years. Those influences also contribute to who they want to be and what they want to do in the future. From family to friends to culture to experiences, I believe that my past and present have and will deflect or project me into my future.

However, like other fathers even my father used to go to work and was a busy person, but whenever he was back home he used to show his bright side of him. My father was a person who used to give his best at his job but, he never used to show his tiredness in home, he was someone who used to give as much as time to his family . It was a blessing to grow with such a lovable father. My mother at the other hand was really caring and loving. She used to spend quality time with me, and always guided me in everything I do. At that time, I felt like my world was complete and happy. Everything was so perfect that I could not ask for more.

As a child, I had a happy family. My parents got along well and my father ended up buying a pizza restaurant after we moved to Myrtle Creek from Pendleton. When I was around five years old, I noticed that my parents began arguing and not sleeping in the same room. Because I was so young, I did not quite understand what was happening. One night, my parents sat my brother and I down and told us that my dad would be moving out. At five years old, I did not really understand what this meant. My parents went to court and decided that my dad would get custody of me and my brother every weekend. About a year after my parents split up, my mom decided to start dating again. It was not long until they decided to get married. Not soon after that, my mom found out she was pregnant. At this time, I was seven and my brother was 13. When my little brother was born, everything was good for awhile. But once my brother got into high school, things took a turn for the worse. He began using drugs at parties his freshman year. He was not addicted yet so my family had no clue. At this time, my uncle was diagnosed with Leukemia, which was a huge tragedy for my family. My mom had a toddler and was

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

Have you ever wanted something so bad and then once you got it, you realize it was not all that it was cracked up to be? When I was little, I wanted what every other little kid wanted, a sibling. I wanted a little brother to be exact. That is what I asked for every birthday and every Christmas, thinking my parents could just go to the store and buy one. Finally, one Christmas, my wish came true.