Life growing up for me was actually hard. My mom was a single parent working two jobs to provide for me. I went to my dads on the weekends, but he never helped out much. He has always been late on child support, and now he is six months behind. Life now is better though. Back in 2011 my mom met this guy on the internet not thinking she would fall in love. The relaionship progressed, and december of 2012 he invited us to move in. Now currently my step dad, he works offshore, so I only see him pretty much six months out of the year. My mom is currently unemployed, and I feel this was an award for us. My step dad does everything he can for my mom and I, but there is some days I miss the little things my mom and I admired when we had a budget, …show more content…
I do not may for any bills, but I do have to pay for the things I want. The car I have now, I used to make payments on, but I payed it off back in February. My very first car was a gift for my fifthteen birthday. It was a 2001 mustang. I just wanted something newer and I knew my next car I was going to have to pay for. So I found a 2010 Nissan Maxima, and decided to buy it, and make payments. It is nice to have a car of my own that I have paid for. Growing up I feel things were hard for me, just for the fact my mom was a single parents, so our income was not that much. I did not get anything I wanted, I would have to always wait till my mom got paid, or my dad send child support. Now it is not as rough. Yes my step dad makes a lot, and I get a lot of stuff I ask for, but people do not realize I work for what I have. I have a job working at McDonalds, and I buy most of the stuff I want such as a Michael Kors purse, or if I want to go shopping. My parents just pay for my school stuff and stuff like food, or shampoo etc. I personaly am happy where I am at in "social class." It really does not matter to me, as long as I have a roof over my head, a bed to sleep on, and food on my plate I am
Becoming a mother changed my life in a very profound way. Due to my own upbringing, I was
The struggle was definitely real when it came time for us to leave the nest and start a life of our own. I am forever grateful that my parents gave my this opportunity. For many they have the privilege of having parents that have established themselves as successful and financially independent individuals who provide for their own children. In retrospect I don’t feel and believe that the appreciation of accomplishing something on your own is the same to those who have made it with out any
I believe, without my mother's independence and the way she raised me, I would not be applying to Queens today. I have had my share of ups although I've also had plenty of downs. I have two older sisters and a younger brother. My oldest sister chose a different path when she had the opportunity to choose a more successful path. She moved out at the age of 16 to flew across the country to live off of my grandpa's income. She dropped out of college, barely a semester in, with student loan debt. She could have been a multi-sport collegiate athlete on scholarship. I look at her and see what could happen if I don't make the right choices and take advantage of my opportunities. My second oldest sister made most of the right choices, and I look at her and see how successful I could become.
Growing up in my generation was fun and interesting. I would say I am very blessed to have been raised in the time period that I was, as well as how I was raised. My family had pretty good income for the most part, although, for a period of time it was only my father working. The only children were myself and my older brother. My parents divorced when I was very little, around three years old; too young to remember. They got married at a young age, about twenty-two years old. My mother never went to college, but my father did. He got a job right out of college and began working full-time. His job required him to travel all of the time, putting a strain on my parents’ relationship, as well as ours with him. Meanwhile, my mother kept my brother and me at home. She did all of the “typical” motherly housework. My father came from a very traditional background and wanted to pursue that way of life. By this I mean he basically followed the “patriarchal” type of family life. He was the “breadwinner”, while my mother stayed home taking care of the children and housework. Although, after my parents were divorced, my mother went back to school to get her degree and pursue a career to support us and herself.
She would try to get lost. It was the eighties and we had no cell phones or GPS. But, we had a car, and she said we were free with a car. She drove down all the little roads, but we were never really lost because we were never really scared and all roads lead somewhere.
The second degree burns all over my mother's left arm and torso would debilitate her for months to come. As a young fifteen-year-old used to having basically everything done for her, I suddenly faced more work and responsibility than I ever needed to consider beforehand.
It’s easy to fall in love with the feeling of being numb, the feeling of euphoria. Some people who experience this high have the ability to say “never again.”, and move on with their lives. Others crave that feeling, helping them escape reality. My mother was one of the most severe cases that many doctors and other addicts have ever encountered. She started using when she was just a young teen, maybe about thirteen or fourteen years old. It wasn’t just one particular drug, but many different types. If she couldn’t get high, she’d get drunk as hell. She used to lie to doctors and psychiatrists, faking certain symptoms to get prescribed whatever drug she wanted. A lot of times, it actually worked. She’s been diagnosed with just about every type
I have been raised in two different worlds. My mom made some choices that affected her life in good ways but it also lead to many struggles when she was a teenager. My mom had my sister, Nevaeh, and I at a very young age. She had played both parent roles for about 11 years of our life and we couldn’t ask for a better mom. She struggled raising two babies on her own, but when times got hard, she always had that angel helping her right back up.
Quickly picking up my limp mom. they laid her down on it and put the stretcher in the ambulance my dad helped me and my sister up into the ambulance then he got in. The paramedics shut the doors then got on the ambulance. As they drove us to the hospital all i could think about was a life without my mom and how terrible it would be. I loved my dad so much but things would be a lot different without my mom. The thought of who would do my hair, who would tuck me in, who would make sure that my outfit looked ok, who would pick out the best looking shoes for me, and who would give me her pretty lipstick. I started to cry without showing it. When we got to the hospital they grabbed my mom on the stretcher and ran her into the hospital. My dad got
Throughout my life, until now, I have always felt like my dear mother has sheltered me from the world. I was hardly ever allowed outside to hang out with my friends and if I was to be let out I always had the earliest curfew. I remember one day talking to my mother I said to her “ de que me protégés? No necesito que me trates como une niño el resto de mi vida ” (what are you protecting me from? I do not need you to treat me like a child the rest of my life). At the time my mother saw my questioning as a challenge to her authority and instead of being a bit more lenient towards me she just became stricter. I was expected to come home straight after school and I was never allowed to go outside to hang out with friends or my girlfriend.
One way that my parenting has changed is that I have added more rules that I expect Finley to follow. Finley told me one day that I have more “rules” than other kids’ parents. Finley is usually in a good mood and has a cheerful personality. She tends to use humor to deal with stress or shrugs off little upsets that happen throughout her life. Even though it happens rarely, she does come across a problem that gets her upset. When this happens, I make sure to sympathize with her by giving her a hug, and showing that I will listen to Finley whenever she wants to talk about these problems. I let her know that she can solve these problems on her own if she wants to spend time alone to think about the problems or she can always come to me to talk
I grew up in Edmond, Oklahoma, which has such an amazing community, where there are so many people who have helped me learn and grow, especially my family. I have always been empowered to do my best, and this has helped me accomplish the highest standards I can.
As a young child, my mother always taught me to help those in need. Not in hopes of anything in return but because you never know what people may be going through. I have always given a helping hand wherever I could. Whether it be helping my mother around the house, being the teachers helper for the week, or simply helping a friend in need. In my younger days, I wanted to be a lawyer. My goal was to help as many people I could stay out of trouble. Being that my mother was a nurse, I changed my career goals to follow in her footsteps. This way I could help the sick and ensure that they would be healthy and happy. I attended my first year of college at the College of Charleston and they did not have a nursing program. Still determined to help
Despite all of the obstacles my mother has faced, she always strived to become successful and take care of her family. The youngest child and only daughter of six children, she is a first generation college graduate and the first person in her family to attend college. After completing her masters degree in education, she taught at the high school level for thirteen years. After that, she was a distance learning teacher at Kamehameha Schools Maui for around six years.
Today is March 24, 1950, and my mother is taking my brother and I to the doctor’s office. I don’t know why we are going again; we went just three days ago, on my thirteenth birthday. The doctor did a lot that day, too. He put this huge mask on my head while I ran in place, watched how I breathed, took xrays of my brain, and even watched how I slept. Also, he and my mother talked for awhile. I can’t remember exactly what they were talking about, but I remember some words. “...in perfect health for the procedure…”, “...strongly suggested…”, “...will be allowed to watch…” I don’t know what the procedure is, or what my mother is allowed to watch. In fact, I’m not really sure if it is my mother who is allowed to watch. I’m pretty sure they were