Personal Narrative: Childhood Is Hard And Everyone's Family

Growing up I experienced the classic suburban childhood. I was lucky enough to never have to worry about issues beyond my middle-school universe.

The patient I completed my family health assessment on is a 34 years-old African American (black) female that is Gravida 6 Para 6. Her primary language spoken is English. She has a history of five vaginal deliveries and one cesarean section. This delivery was a vaginal birth after cesarean (VBAC) with spontaneous rupture of membranes while at home. Initial progression of labor was slow until stimulation of nipples via breast pump and low, slow dosing of Pitocin.

The family being interviewed are in a two-parent household. Included, is the mother, C.A.P. age 36, the father, N.I.P. age 40, and the son, C.L.P. age 7. C.A.P. got married to N.I.P. nine years ago. Shortly after, C.A.P. became pregnant with C.L.P.. Previous to moving to Northern Minnesota, they lived in Mid-Western Minnesota. When living there, N.I.P. worked two hours away while his wife, C.A.P. worked in their hometown. Eventually, the couple decided to move north because N.I.P. got a job offer. Now his commute is less than fifteen minutes from home. C.A.P. majored in business management with a focus in travel, tourism, and hotel management. She now is a loan distributor at a bank in Northern Minnesota. N.I.P. majored in machine technology

Hailey G. is a five-year-old girl. She is the second of three girls; her older sister is 13 and her younger sister is 3. She is half-Dominican and half Colombian. Her mother is from Colombia and her father is from the Dominican Republic. She has traveled to Colombia two times and went to the Dominican Republic for the first time in December 2016. When she learned she was going to D.R. she was very excited. She said that she had never been there and was so happy to go visit Abuelita. I reminded her that I used to live in D.R. before I moved here to the United States. When she came back from vacation, she brought my assistant, and I a souvenir. I really love the souvenir and it reminded me when I lived back home. Her paternal grandmother comes

Having a mature mentality, being understanding and responsible came from series of experiences. The main one, I would say is when I was about 6. A young child who understood the concept of lying but didn't dare to do it. Telling my father my mother was cheating on him gave me the lesson to mind my business. After getting punished by my mother for telling the truth, I grew up thinking I was the reason they separated until I realize at the age of 9. With the concept of minding my own business screwed in my head, my childhood wasn't the same as my friends. Long story short my mother and my stepdad (no longer my stepdad) were in a abusive relationship. The role of responsibility began during this time. My brother was born and the abuse continued. Police officers were called multiple times by me. Eventually I got tired of it, of the long nights filled with

Good morning! I hope you slept well, I might need a cat nap. Perhaps tonight Ill get back into the swing of going to bed before 12, JEREMY you know I literally stare at your picture going to sleep. Once you are in bed the laptop stays in the living room. I did figure out I can zoom in though. Have you ever tried to cuddle with a laptop? I might count the blocks on your shirt if I get bored. I couldn't move up my appointment next Thursday to this Friday. blah.

When i was little i was a sweet child. I never caused any trouble. I never bothered anybody, I even made straight A’s. But that all changed when we moved to a new neighborhood. When we moved it seemed like a good place at the time. There were kids my age, there was a playground. I thought it would be a great place to live. They first day we moved to our new neighborhood i didn't come outside. I didn't come out that second day or the third the fourth. I was to busy playing games to bother to go outside. It was the fifth day when my mom said “How do you expect to make friends if all you do is stay in there house”?. I said “Yeah, your right I guess ill go outside”. So I went outside roughly about 12 kids were outside playing on the playground so I jumped right inn and started playing to.

The girls were feeling better the next day after a good night’s sleep. Both were still red, but not as painful as last night.

This past summer I attended North Carolina Governor’s School West and it was a truly growing experience. Through my time with the program, I strongly believe that I made the transition from childhood to adulthood.

My parenting style did not vary that much, I still provide Ayan with resources and with the support that she requires to thrive and develop. Aryan is 10yrs old now, and she can express herself clearly, So I try to realize her strength to show her how far she come. For example, Ayan is continuing to be a strong reader, and always seems to have a fiction book she is understanding. Thus, I encourage her by reading the same books as Aryan, and converse about some of funnier or more interesting in the book. I also try to see an Ayan’s weakest point so I can pull her up. For example, Music is the solitary thing that Aryan has a difficult time with. I do encourage Ayan to explore other Music, thinking that she may perform better at others. This

As impossible it might look, it only takes effort, hard work and willingness to accomplish your achievements.

When I was young, I had to grow up fast. My dad was out of my life since I was very young. I grew up around my mom’s friends. I always tried to act older and be mature so I didn’t annoy them with the fact that I was still a child. I wanted to try and be like them since I knew that they were good people. I feel like I never got to really be a child, even though I did. I was super spoiled and was the only child. Life couldn’t get any better for me since I was mature and had everything I wanted. It just would’ve been better if I could’ve acted more childish and not so uptight.

Novelists Alex Shakur said, "childhood and adulthood were not factors of age. but states of mind." The day I recognized my transition from childhood to adulthood, this change in my state of mind, was July 17, 2015. It was a monumental day for the state of Oklahoma and its constituents. This day left an impact on our state, but for myself, however, it left a change so unforgettable. Instantly effective, it transfigured my way of thinking and constructed a standard for the way in which I wanted to live my life. This significant day marked my personal recognition of my transition to adulthood, but it wasn't the event that the average person recognizes their entrance to adulthood. Nevertheless, it wasn't the day I started my first job, it wasn't

One of the best days of my childhood was the day my older brother rolled his sparkling new bike up the driveway. I remember it fondly, it was a summers day and I sat on the front stoop of my small little home with my mom watching my dad and brother unload the new bicycle from our family minivan. Lime green hammerhead sharks wrapped around the cobalt blue aluminum framing and silver hand breaks glittered in the sunlight. When my brother and I were kids, having a bike was a gateway to freedom and more independence. I’d watch Kenneth race up and down the cracked sidewalk on the silver Gremlin bike awaiting my turn to ride. My instincts to keep up with my big brother would boil, I coveted that Gremlin and when I did get the chance to ride it, I felt brave. Kenneth’s new Hammerhead bike meant the Gremlin was finally mine, a hand me down that was just out of reach for years. That evening we strapped on our helmets and raced down the sidewalks together and followed my dad around the neighborhood. I remember peddling past the library, stopping to get a donut at the supermarket, through parks and toward my tiny preschool, Evergreen Christian. When I still lived in Alger Heights I was too young to understand the story of the neighborhood and the social sciences involved in this community, so when my group chose this neighborhood I was excited to learn more about the community I was raised in.

I can remember the gut wrenching feeling that overwhelmed my entire body the moment my parents broke the news to both my sisters and me. I sensed a lump in my throat and was unable to swallow, and tears that filled my eyes right before they streamed down my face. My cheeks were feverishly red as anger overcame my body. I could not accept that my parents were going to be getting a divorce.