Personal Narrative: My Four-Year-Old Child

Nineteen years ago, my family experienced the most earth-shattering moment anyone could imagine, the death of a child. Growing up, I have always seen boy’s picture that hangs above our mantle. Every January, we have family and friends bombard us with phone calls, trying to take my family’s minds off of the tragedy, but until recently, I never understood exactly why. At fourteen, I finally gained the nerve to ask about the boy whose picture hung above the mantle, so my teary-eyed mother sat me down and told me about the death of my big brother.

Emotional- Babies at this age are not unable to communicate so show their emotion by crying or laughter and may use some facial expressions to show how they feel about what’s going on around them. As they get older say around two years old they show their emotion by having tantrums. When they reach three they begin to care about the people around them and tend to share toys with them and play with them.

Having a child at a young age has impacted my life tremendously. I graduated from High School at the young age of seventeen; from there I went to T.H. Harris Technical College in Opelousas, Louisiana and got my Associates Degree in Office Systems Technology. Office Systems Technology is Administrative Assistant duties.

A new year had just arrived. I can still picture January in my mind, the mood was sullen and dark, I could feel the cold reaching my bones, but now I know that was the best feeling I‘d ever had. I had only a few weeks left to start college, which had been my dream since I can remember. My dad had already paid for my tuition, I was so exited I had promised to do my best. Then, I realized there was an obstacle in my way. I knew I needed to make a decision on whether or not keeping my pregnancy, it sounds rough, but it was definitive. I did not want to miss school, so I was definitely not taking this to the last term. I just could not think of myself being prostrated in bed for so long, as an impediment to start school. Never, nothing would

I just had a telephone conference with CH mother/Jessica Cahill. Parent inform his physician, Dr. Cardino, MD (GI). Starting on Monday, student will have to take medication before every meal and snack. (5 times a day) The medication is Sucride? Parent was not sure of the correct spelling. Parent was informed that we could administer the medication at school with her permission and physician’s order. Parent will come in on Monday to bring in the medication, doctor’s order and sign consent. There are no diest restrictions per mom, except that he is lactose intolerance and has “short Gut”. Parent is also taking student to a neurologist during the summer for an evaluation ton R/O ADHD, anxiety and depression. Informed parent to share the information

The conflict Catherine has with her parents over the time and energy that is left over for her is a valid issue for her parents. The biggest worry for parents are the bills. Household finances are an issue children never consider. Catherine and David's dad still has to work constantly to keep food on the table, and make sure all the family's needs are met.Catherine and David's mother has to work from home part time so they can also manage financial needs,while most of the day she is taking care of David. "Dad works all the extra hours he can, even on Saturdays, so mom can afford to work part time at home. She used to have an office downtown, but David got kicked out of daycare, so now she runs her tax preparation business from our spare bedroom. (35)

Preschool was really cool I made a few friends I remembered their faces but not too many memories. One thing that stood out was when I had to get my mouth washed out with soap it was the worst thing ever I can still the taste of the soap as I type this, yuck. Cleaned my mouth up literally and figuratively. I can remember graduation from preschool I was super excited but I think my mother was much more excited than I. She was so happy and smiling so big I can tell she was proud of me to this day she has that same feeling as I accomplish things in my life now.

Growing up as a kid, I noticed a reasonable difference in my life where my mind grew up faster than my physical body. Maybe it was the strict rules that matured me or the high expectations instilled in me that formed my personal character. Remembering those lonely walks on my way to elementary school through the heart of a developing Desoto neighborhood and those short friendships formed on the rusted playground detailed the beginnings of my childhood. The constant dreams of becoming a successful man in the footsteps of my father clouded my head as I laid in the bunk bed of my hopes that shadowed the doubts of my developing mind. Through the ticks of time, it truthfully told the struggle of confidence and purpose as I searched for a safe haven

People say it will be ok, just keep on going and don't give up. Very simple words but difficult to perceive. Sometimes people don't see the magnitude of the emotions on that person's life until something similar comes your way.

The years seem to fly by as you get older. Blending together the years only possibly highlighting the day you turn one year older. That moment for me was, in fact, my birthday and I could finally drive and four days later going to London. But the months leading up to that were chaos. Many people are busy throughout the year from start to finish such as sports, school work, looking at colleges, or even jobs. I was one of them; having plenty of things that would keep me busy - (most of what I liked to do like soccer, basketball, and spending time with my family and cousins, but some not so much like having the burden of housework chores).

What I learned about my ability to work with young children is that they need a level of patience for them to work through the problem on their own. I also learned that for the child to be most engaged you have to make it interesting for them to learn, and that children tend to have a short attention span, especially when doing math over a long break. For Ezra we made a deal that if we would complete all the math questions to the best of his ability then we would spend some time playing outside. By interviewing Ezra I found that addition comes pretty easy to him and that math is one of his favorite subjects in school. I learned that at this age children prefer to turn simple subtraction questions into addition questions and round the numbers up to 10’s for easier mental math. If I was going to do this again I would ask

Since birth, I have always had a dog. My family is huge dog lovers, and I have grown up to be as well. I was taught how to feed, to bathe, to play, to train, and to love dogs. There had never been a moment I was not receiving wet kisses, or playing tug-a-war. This was all routine to me.

For a lot of reason such as culture and religion, it is very hard for me to watch, hear and accept it since I believe that “Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it”. Even though they are right what they said, I personal believe action talks more than a word. Kids and plants are the same, they both accept and take what someone feed them. Therefore, it is good idea to trying them to fight for their right through action, but not word.

I had this neighbor, she was a single mother of two daughters, one was 15 years old and the other was 8. Over the two years that I lived in my home we were friendly but she had a tendency to need things quite often; my husband to watch and walk her dog while she was on a cruise, her daughter to stay in my home to wait for her to arrive from work, printer paper, there was always a knock at my door from her and after a while my family and I started to not answer. One morning she walked up to me while I was waiting with my daughter for the bus and asked she crudely asked me, “Are you trying to be rude?” After feeling attacked, we went back and forth verbally attacking each other. I felt she had no reason to attack or confront me because I had never asked her

Was very interesting to watch them try to remember the words. My son would look away from the page and look at the wall and even stuck out his tongue. I believe that way his technique by looking at the wall, hoping that they would just appeal. When I gave him the last set of words from the low-value list he just looked at me and laughed. Now with my husband it was interesting, he would count his fingers with each word I said, and I think he was using his fingers and the words together. Maybe that’s how he is encoding them. He did this on all three sets of words. Watching Amy with the first and second set of words, she just wrote them down. There was no change in her demeanor at all. The low-value list of words she was breathing a bit