Personal Narrative: Family Traditions

Growing up I was not the luckiest person. My parents created me to fix their relationship, that did not work out of course. So obviously they got a divorce, but they got a divorce three days before my second birthday.

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

Family of origin work begins by having an individual or couple drawing up a "Genogram," a three generational map of family relationships graphically depicting such things as births, deaths, marriages, divorces, and sibling order. The rationale for working directly with patients in this manner is described by prominent family therapist John Framo. "The client, by having sessions with his or her family of origin, takes the problem to where they began, thereby making available a direct route to etiological factions. Dealing with the real external parental figures is designed to loosen the grip of the internal representatives of these figures and expose them to reality considerations and their live derivatives. Having gone backward in time, the

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.

I come from a small rural farm where I was born and raised all my life and where I grew up with two loving parents and one sister. Ever since I was a young girl, religion has always been a big part of my life because I was born and raised Catholic. My mothers’ side of the family is German Catholic decent and my fathers’ race is German and Cherokee Indian. Even though they are mainly German combined I have always found it interesting that I have Native American blood running through my veins. It is obvious that my parents are both Caucasian and were middle class individuals when I was growing up. I would now classify my parents to be in the higher class because they are worth more now then twenty-five years ago. Even though my parents have more money now than what they did when growing up on the farm, a strong work ethic was important to my parents. I am thankful they instilled this within me because I have always worked hard for everything in my life and I know that this will payoff for me one day. My parents also told me that education will get me further in life and it has. I am the first of my family to graduate from college let alone getting my masters as well. So when looking

My Early cultural influences from when I was a kid was always say thank when you receive something, have good table manners when we are eating dinner, no elbows on the table because that disrespectful, don’t talk back when you been called on, respect your elders, eat whatever being served to you because that food isn’t cheap, whenever grandpa and grandma are here they get the front seats and so on. My Ideological influences would be school and be getting an education is important because schooling can lead you to great things in life, it can lead you to get a nice job that pays well, a nice home for your family, nice material things that you would enjoy. Education has a lot to offer, especially helps kids who are on the low; it helps them get

Growing up as a child, I wore my dark black hair back in tight braids, baggy jeans, my tanned skin in white tank tops, and sneakers; not to express culture appropriation, but because it was all that I had. My surrounding environment was full of diverse races, and seeing color was a part of my daily routine. As I grew up and began to change throughout life, my environment did as well. I moved from the city streets to a suburban area, and as time wore on I noticed a distinct lack of color amongst my peers. Instead of me looking at the world the same day by day, it was as if the entire world was looking at me.

A family loved one dies,she was different from everyone else. She had a history of using dark forces to help her through life. She became distant,but knew the existence of all pre-existing and existing family. She focused on one in particular,Sen. Sen was a kid who has been beat up,bullied and his parents died when he was 7 so he was adopted. By the Pikes. 8 years pass… then Sen's informed his great great aunt died last night. When he goes to school that day,he gets informed his failing school. When school is over, five kids jump him outside by the school parking lot. Two kids hold him back as one punches him then they left him fall to the ground he stumbles to his feet only to get kicked back to the ground. Then as Sen starts to fight

I am a first generation child to have been born in my family, the first generation who is about to graduate high school and the first generation to go to a college and succeed in life.

I do believe that my cultural experiences have influenced my development of self esteem as a child. In high school, I didn't really feel like I fit in because of all the ethnicity clicks. For example you had the Hispanics sit at one table, then the Haitians, Jamaicans, and Asians sit at another. A lot of the time it was like if you weren't "one of them" then you couldn't sit with them. But this is where my problem was, I wasn't just one of them, I had a little bit of this culture, and a little bit of that culture so I was basically "in between." This unfortunately brought my self esteem down, I didn't really know my value, and I was confused on who I actually suppose to be.

My dad says “what’s on the table is what you eat or you don’t eat at all” if we didn’t want what was on the table then we would either have to make our own food or don’t eat at all. My dad thought that if we tried something new we might like it, if we didn’t like it and we tried it my mom or dad would make us something else as long as we tried something new, but if we didn’t try it they would tell us we would have to make our own food or we don’t get to eat at all my grandma and grandpa also say it too.

The cultural background that I have come from is a rural agricultural farm. Farming is an industry that is not very easy and through working on my family farm I have come in contact with many struggles and hardships. I have also had hardships through the loss of loved ones. Having to deal with many of these trials in my life has helped me to become a stronger woman. I have also been able to show more dedication, hard work, commitment, and enthusiasm towards my leadership roles and the interactions that I have with others within my involvement of my job, clubs, and volunteer work.

It’s June 14, 1858, and we are on our way to Mr.Lincoln’s house. Since my dad happens to be Mr.Lincoln’s friend he will be helping him write his speech. We aren’t too far from his house so we are just taking our horse and small wagon.

Childhood is rough and everyone’s family is to some degree dysfunctional. I say this in hopes to let you know that you are not alone. Your story has fascinated me, and I see your memories jump off the page as I read. Vivid descriptions of the surroundings and in-depth explanation of how you feel during each situation has allowed me to relate to you on a personal level. Through your story I have been able to come to terms with unresolved issues in my own past. It has also allowed me the distinct pleasure of knowing that it was okay to have the emotions that I did during my own experiences. With all that aside I wish to speak to you regarding a couple of decisions that you made during some very tough situations. I believe if you would have taken a different approach and looked at it through a fresh perspective before making them that you would have chosen differently. Blaming yourself after what Dr. Boudreaux did, trying to get in the middle of your parents arguments with each other, and

The Catholic church is the one I grew up in. Attending the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints has brought a fullness to my soul from the couple times I first went to the mass. I prayed everyday asking Heavenly Father if his plan for me is to be baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. My answer came to me when attending mass with one of the State Conference’s. As simple as I wish it was, challenges have come up ever since I have received this sign. My family tradition of the Catholic religion is causing difficulties in this decision, no matter how I explain why I am making this decision. Plans are changed; now when it will be the time I am of age to make these decisions thoroughly, I will get baptized. Even