Personal Narrative: Growing Up In A Huge Family

Most children that grew up without any siblings understand that there is a certain struggle among the lifestyle. We who have had no siblings never fully lived like a child. Unlike other children with siblings, an only child is always pushed to be better and never has time to be a child. With being an only child, I have always acted overly mature for my age and I have always been pushed to do better. Transition

My family has lived here in Oregon since the before the war between the states, and family tells us stories of the good times before all these japs started taking over. Around the turn of the century or so it started to seem like these people were everywhere. It all started with the building of the railroad. The companies brought in those people to build the railroad, and now that the railroad is completed they will not leave. To make matters even worse there is an effort by their leaders to get them to strike for the same pay as us white people that work for the railroad. There has been extremely little or no effort on their part to become like us Americans. I was walking through town the other day and what did I see, there was a huge Buddha statue in front of a new Buddhist temple. They can't even go to church like regular people.

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.

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

Ms. Gail Avent is the founder and executive director of Total Family Care Coalition. Ms. Avent started this organization in 2005 and was founded out of the need of having an organization which helps families, children and youth with navigating systems.

There weren't any new ideas in that book that gave me new ideas for myself. There were some things that I think of myself as an idea. An idea was that I should always be grateful and respectful. In the book, even with everything that the family didn't have, they would always have each other back and care of one another. Being respectful is also a thing that the family did a lot when Bran and Britt would always respect adult especially there mother. Another idea was being truthful. In the beginning, it was only Bran that was hiding something from his sister and his mother. If he just told his mother what was happening there he wouldn't have lived in the house because it wasn't his grandparents. Even if he thought they were. Those were some ideas

Growing up is very difficult. It takes time and responsibility that I thought I had. This summer I quickly realized that becoming an adult is not as easy as a person may think. I had to travel to Oxford for a day by myself, and I learned several lessons such as: always pay attention while driving, make sure to park in appropriate places, and be very cautious while driving in the rain.

Having grown up with a mother who was verbally and physically abusive, love and compassion didn't develop between us two, however, my hate, anger, and resentment thrived.

I was raised in an untraditional home. My mother was a teenage parent and my father was older with two children of his own when I was born. Eventually I would have three more siblings join the family. My parents struggled tremendously to care for six children, which forced them to worked several jobs each to provide the necessitates. Providing health care for a family of eight was beyond what my parents could afford even while working two job each, however state medical assistance made sure we each had the care we needed. My parents demanding work load shifted the responsibility of caring for my siblings on me. The financial stress my parents faced continued as I approached college. My decision on which undergraduate university I would attend

The person in the book with whom I identify the most is Philip. My life is not like Philip’s after 9/11 and Wisconsin, but before that time, we have a lot in common. Philip and I live on the east coast. Philip lived in Princeton; whereas, I live in Delaware. My Dad and Mom both graduated from elite colleges. Dad graduated from IIT, Indian Institute of Technology, the best engineering school in India. My Mom graduated from Miranda University, one of the top women’s colleges in India. Joel and Amanda, Philip’s parents, both graduated from Harvard. After I was born, Mom quit her job and became a house mom. She drives me and takes care of me whenever I needed help. This was also true with Amanda as she “… quit her job and poured all her energy

Growing up as a Latina consisted of loud family gatherings and a well-built background. My grandparents are the backbone to our family. They built a name for themselves when they came to America at a young age. To me, they are the true definition of a hard worker. They started off from the bottom and crawled out of the struggle to provide for our family. Although life didn’t come easy they continued to push their way to the top. As an old traditional family we were taught to have strong morals. One moral that we have is to always work hard and challenge ourselves to be better. My family has never had anyone attend a college therefore I would be the first. It’s a true blessing to have an opportunity to go to college, but it means that I have

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

Eighteen years ago Julie Carol Parton (my loving mother) and Ric Parton (my inspirational father) brought Logan Parton (that's me) into this unique and vastly changing world. Little did I know that one day I was going to set immensely challenging goals to achieve. I grew up in a small town, near the corner of Indiana, known as Vevay. For the early portions of my life I lived on a middle sized farm with my family. There always was two different perspectives within our household. On one side of the house there was my father and my oldest sister Christina, and on the other side was my mother and my middle sister Melisa. The perspective that my father and oldest sister shared was that they both felt the want to make money and move away from Vevay, on the other side my mother and middle sister had the mindset of wanting to be farmers and

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.