Personal Narrative: My Parenting

look after the children effectively. In this consideration, I remember how I would run after the kids throughout the day to ensure they were safe and that they grew up disciplined. I served as a caregiver of the eight children for two years. On the other side, many of my friends and relatives advised me to look for work; they argued that a graduate was too good to be a caregiver. In my community, jobs such as staying home with children were associated with illiteracy. Fortunately, my care giving efforts were rewarded well. First, when my sisters gained their master’s degree, they, beside my parents, offered me a scholarship to pursue my education in the U.S. Second, my nephews and nieces still have good memories of me. Now, I am grateful for

My interviewee is a second generation immigrant with one parent who was born in El Salvador and the other who has Mexican roots but was born in the United States. For the purposes of confidentiality my interviewee will be addressed as Ana from here on out. In this interview paper I will discuss the experiences that Ana faced growing up in a tri-racial household. I will also evaluate her experiences regarding assimilation to the lectures and reading assigned through out this course.

When I was sixteen years old, I had my first child. The experience was a long process of ups and downs. There were many lessons to be learned. Strength, motivation, courage and determination were my goals to getting through the obstacle of having my daughter at sixteen. The feeling of being pregnant and sixteen was horrible. How I got through it is the start of this story.

Growing up as a kid, I was quite the troublemaker. I would act out inappropriately at unfitting times, which frequently led to consequences. It did not matter whether I was in public or at home; I would continue to act the same. It ranged from using offensive words and physically hurting others, to being inconsiderate. I was a naïve child who was oblivious to the real world, and acted on a whim without the thought of the consequences for my actions. One may describe this behavior as simply what makes a child, a child; however, I never knew how much it would affect my life going forward.

Lastly and most importantly, I'm a daughter. Being any type of child to someone can bring much love but also a lot of hurting and responsibilities. When my sister was leaving for college it was very stressful for everyone, especially my mom because no matter how close you are with your children sending them to college in some small way feels like your losing them We have a big window looking outside into the front yard and street, l was sitting there done night reminiscing. My mother walked over and sat down beside me, we sat in silence for a while I looked over to her and she was heavily breathing, could smell some alcohol off her breathe.Tears we strolling down her face, she looked at me and said "Grace, know there's a lot going on, but just know that you can talk to me about anything I'll always be here.

On April 23rd, 2017, I was suppose be observer Crystal (Mother) and Chance (infant) Mackey for last two hours from 4pm to 6pm. During these two hours, I have to observe the Parent and Child relationship and interactions. On this day Chance’s guardian Shasta Epps picked him one hour early at 5pm. I called the on-call coordinator and informed them of the situation. Services were shortened; because I was no longer able observe to Ms. Mackey and Chance interactions, as a result of Ms. Epps picking Chance up

I would share what I learned to my family by letting them know about school. My mother plays a big role in helping me out with my daughter when it's time for me to do my school work she takes her for me because with my daughter I can't really just sit and tell her why mama needs to do school work with her being so little. When it comes to work and my boss I would honestly have to do most of my work before the deadlines just because i work full time 12 hour shifts in a factory most the time.So when working I really have to juggle work and school to even out between those hours. When it comes to sharing my learning skills with friends some don't think I learn as much with me doing online classes instead of actually being in the class.

“Push, push, push! You almost got it.” I could remember like it was yesterday popping out a new born baby and seeing what happens next. My son came into this world with being a crybaby and spoiled as by his grandmother. My son became a big part in my life: Thinking about him before I think about someone else. Becoming a beautiful mother with grey hairs arriving before I met my mid-twenties. Even going to the laundromat because we had so many clothes we had to make two trips. Maybe being a first-time mother it's more to think about and deciding if it's the right thing to do. Becoming a mother wasn't easy, I wanted my son to have the world so, I made my decision of trying to be the best parent every for my son and that's when he became a mommy’s boy.

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

A few days ago my mom told me I was supposed to be a December baby, but I am a October baby. I was born two months early. When I was born my skin was yellow. I had to be wrapped in a blue blanket that made me light up blue. Its called a Bilirubin blanket.The doctors said I was Jaundice. My mom and I had to stay in the Hospital for a few days to recover. Even though I was born very early I was still very healthy. I still am.

My parents were teen parents and got married while my mom was pregnant and just finishing High School. I think that their age really impacted how they raised me compared to my siblings, I am 11+ years older than all of my siblings. My parents were young and not fully ready to parent. My parents separated when I was 5 and divorced soon after. The divorce greatly impacted my family experiences. I had to learn to navigate two households, blended families, different rules/expectation, conflict between my parents, etc. I feel that being the child of young parents and then divorced parents, a lot of responsibilities were expected of me at a young age from my single parenting mom. This experience made me a pretty responsible teen and young adult. I was working at 12 earning my own money and responsible for buying my own clothes and other needs. I was one of the few in High School who had enough money saved to purchase my own car when I turned 16.

It is as though she didn’t hear her mother’s allegations against her dad, only the attack. Arlene was ready to pounce, apparently just waiting for the opportunity. “You don’t like being around me either, you only like work. Daddy is my real mommy, always around, and you’re not. You just waited all this time because you wanted to yell at him because you haven’t said anything to me all night. I stayed with you watching TV just to see if you would talk to me but you just sat there, waiting, ready to pick a fight as soon as daddy came back. How can we enjoy this new camper if you won't let us? I thought you would be glad daddy agreed to buy it, so we don’t have to sleep on the ground anymore, and even that didn’t make you happy. You’re never

A little girl with her blonde ringlets pulled into tight pigtails complete with yellow ribbons squealed with delight at the colorful sight before her. Tents painted with blues, reds, greens, and purples towered around her as tall as mountains compared to her four-foot-tall stature. Balloons, cotton candy, and clowns mingled in the crowd like wild animals on an African plain. My mother latched her hand onto mine until I saw the most majestic animal next to the booth with the funny-looking mirrors. Its gigantic ears and stubby toes mesmerized my five-year-old brain, and I tugged on my mom’s long arm. “What’s that, Mommy?” I questioned with wide eyes. She followed my gaze and answered, “An elephant, Honey.” After that day, elephants adorned my

“Today is the day my story ends and the memory of all the unwritten things disappear.”

Yes, I had one parent I could never make happy. She believed her son was more disabled than he actually was. I still can make her happy, but I have to make sure he is receiving exactly what he needs and encourage independence. One of our main goals is to have students leave high school and be able to function independently. This has been an ongoing issue for the four years I have been in this position. It makes almost every day tense because the mother is a school employee. There are some other facts, but it is quite a long story. It would have helped to have some support during this situation. I have felt like I have had none. I am glad you have the support worker.