Personal Narrative: The Change Of My Parenting

Since I was a kid, I had a ton of responsibilities, cleaning up after myself, doing chores, managing to not fight with my brother, although we fought all day everyday, but you know, it happens. One thing that I didn't know wasn't normal was parenting your parent. I go to school do all my class work and during recess and lunch I listened to all the other kids talk about going to the park after school and eating dinner together with their parents. When I got home from school, I had to do my homework and then take care of my mother. Bring her things she needed such as food, water, help her with many other simple everyday activities. Of course I wasn't the only one who was her “little helper” as she put it, my dad helped her and my older brother by two years,

Starting over. Those two simple words pretty much sum up where I am at in my life at the moment. I am a 34 year old mother of three. I have never been to college. My husband just recently left me. It has been a whirlwind summer to say the least, but before I get into what brought me back to school, I'll start at the beginning. I was born in FL., and quite literally spent all my time either at the beach or running bare foot on my grandparents farm. I loved every second. Shortly after I turned 8 my mom met my step-dad, and we were quickly headed on our first big adventure, moving to Texas! While I missed my family in FL., I can not tell you enough how happy I was that my mom married my dad. He has been a rock and solid foundation for me my whole

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.

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 come from an unfortunately disadvantaged background. I grew up in an unstable single parent home, often moving around and missing a lot of school. I have seen drug and alcohol abuse as well as a large amount of death for a nineteen year old. This is not said in an attempt for sympathy, but to explain my unique understanding of the world. I have met many different people, people who have succumbed to their addictions and their circumstances, but also people who have risen above all of the things that worked to keep them down. I have met people from every major ethnic group in the southern United States, including undocumented citizens and DACA recipients. All of these people have contributed a small puzzle piece to create the person that I

When I was younger, I would often say “I will not be like that when I grow up!” or “When I’m a mom, I will not do that to my kids!” Much of my childhood was spent competing with others for my parent’s attention. They were divorced when I was three years old and constantly in relationships with others, which always took priority over time with me. My sister got pregnant at the age of 15 because she wanted to and that was something that I wanted either. She also battled an addiction to drugs throughout her life that I knew was not for me. With all the bad examples growing up, there were also some good things that I knew I wanted to be a part of me as an adult.

"Change is hard at first, messy in the middle, and gorgeous in the end," by Robin Sharma. In general, change is extremely difficult to deal with, especially when it's moving. During the Summer of 2013, as I approached my eleventh birthday, my parents notified me that I would be moving homes. I had heard of them discussing it before, but I never assumed it would ever come true. Due to this, I was in great shock. Luckily, I would be moving locally, and would be still attending the same school I had been attending since I was four years old. Though the only thing changing was my home, I still was not sold on the idea. I did not want to leave the house I had grown up in my whole life.

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

There have been a lot of experiences that have defined me and fundamentally changed who I am, whether it metastasized into negativity or cultivated itself into positivity, it drove my core until the very present. Even as I continue to grow, I find myself constantly being challenged in different aptitudes, fighting against forces consciously unknown to me as a child. One experience in particular that I remember, was when I was younger I had been bullied quite a bit. It was actually several racist remarks that had made me cry home to my father, whom was no help to me at all. At the time, I would like to think I knew what racism was. I knew the idea, the concept, and that that concept had rejected my being as something not equal to those who chastised

It was a scorching June day when I rose around 10 o’clock, like any regular teenager would do. I stumbled down the stairs into the living room where my mom would usually be when I woke up, but she was not there. I called her and she would not pick up the phone and that is when I started to get worried. Finally after about 10 minutes of waiting for my mother to call me back, she did and she told me that my grandma had had a stroke and was in the hospital. I could not believe what I was hearing. I’m not a huge emotional person, but I could feel my voice starting to crack so I quickly hung up the phone.

One year ago I found out I was pregnant with my first child. Being a teen mom in school I felt as if my life was over, no more parties or a normal teenage girls life. Dealing with strict parents and their traditions of no kids or sex till marriage wasn't helping my situation. I knew my mom was going to be really disappointed in me, but I had to tell her. And I knew the longer I stayed quite it would be worse it would be and I had to get checked out by the doctors

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.

During this stage my son is practicing self-control. He gets along with others but not if they take his toys away. He defends his own toys since he is not willing to share. So far I try to encourage with sharing but I do not want to force him. I would damage our trust in my point of view. I am authoritative, I allow him to get away with more things. I provide discipline but I support him on his behavior. I believe at the beginning I was a bit stricter with him but I realized he is just a baby and needs to explore and learn on his own. So I have been less strict with his rules. I believe my parenting styles come from my own family. My parents were strict when it came to rules, but I was able to be open with them because they supported me. In