How My Mom Moved My Life?

Even tho many are lucky to have their parents together and grow up in one family that was altogether, I was lucky to grow in a divorced family and I say lucky because I have become stronger because of this situation and even tho I have become stronger, I have also learned to cut off the slack off myself. I grew up with 3 older male siblings and we were not the type to get along and share, some of us would help each other and the older tell the younger how to survive through different circumstances but I was left out.

I began my college education with a desire to become a pediatrician and ending with a degree in Family Studies, with a focus in Crisis Management. As with both aspirations it has always been about helping children. Upon graduation I obtained a position as a Forensic Interviewer with the Children’s Advocacy Center for Denton County. Working with this agency fulfilled a part of my passion, however being away from my infant son at the time was heart wrenching. My husband and I chose for me to stay home during the early years of my children. While I stayed home I provided summer and after school care to a few families for 7 years and I realized, even more so, how I love being available to children in their various life stages. For the past 4 years

As I endured the prospect of creating a genogram, I allowed myself to reflect and interpret the history and impacts that affected my family. During my review of my genogram, I was able to consider my family within a multigenerational, diverse, and socio-political context. By creating a genogram, a dialogue was started within my head and with my partner about which family traits, issues, strengths, and resiliencies made me who I am today. Subsequently, this dialogue made me aware that being raised in a small family has many advantages along with some disadvantages when acquiring information about influences and the history of preceding generations. Consequently, I did not have to contend with many conflicting recollections but I did have to rely mostly on my own memory, public records, and journals to piece together my genogram. Although all things discovered and recollected are not always fortunate on the surface, they subsist as basis to my personal resilience and strength as a gay man.

It was 5:15 in the morning, and my mother had just finished giving birth to a healthy, 7 pound, baby girl—me. After I was born, my mother had to fend me off from dozens of nurses, who all wanted to hold me and take a look at me. Apparently, I was the only girl to have been born in that hospital that whole night/morning. However, I would have never guessed that this specific occurrence would have been an irony, of sorts, to my identity.

Every woman in my family has started a family at young age, not one generation of the woman in my family has gone to college none have continued their education past high school or even middle school, I wanted to be the first to break the cycle, no matter how much I was put down and ridiculed. The oldest girl of my siblings, the one to set the example for the rest of my sister, maybe even brothers. I’ve worked tremendously hard to get where I am, surpassing each and every “bump in the road” and even when it all went downhill I seen it as a chance to grow. A chance to become everything i’ve ever wanted to be, a role model.

Over the past years of my life, many things have changed, including my friends, lifestyle, religious beliefs and jobs. With everything constantly changing around me, there is one thing that has always stayed the same: my family. When I think about my most blissful moments in life, they all involve my family. My relationship with my parents, brother, husband and children is something that I learn to treasure more and more every day. There are many significant things in my life, but the most important relationship to me is family.

I remember our last goodbye, the last words exchanged, the ending of something beautiful. People you care about have big impacts on who you turn out to be. They guide you, teach you, protect you, love you, hurt you, but most importantly they are there for you. He was gone before I could even blink. And left me all alone. But family helped me through this journey and one day I hope to help others like others have helped me.

My mom has always told me that I was her biggest pain, which I mean is true because when she was pregnant with me I liked to camp out on her hip or on her bladder. Finally, on April 26, 2000 at 7 Rivers Hospital I Rebecca Lynn Davis was born to Donna and Jim Davis. Legally I am the youngest out of my sister Jessica and I, but in my world, I consider my cousin Kasey my bother since my parents basically raised him since his mom wasn’t cable of doing it. Growing up we lived in a neighborhood that the house was kind of close, which lead into my parents becoming good friends with the next-door neighbors which their kids ended up becoming my best friends until about middle school. While talking about the next door neighbors there was one neighbor that I’ll never forget I called him uncle Gene he was my all-time favorite, he is a very tall guy and made my smile go from one side of my face to the other. Well one day I went to my aunt Kelly’s house to see everyone and he was there so I ran up gave him a big huge and he picked me up and put my head into the fan. From that day on I never let him down about putting my head into a fan. As a child, I was a dare devil, if you told me not to do something there was a good chance that I would do it anyways. Since I was so daring I ended up with three fractured growth plates in my left are, stitches in my lip from tumbling in the house, also I scabbed me entire face from falling down the metal blenchers face first. That started the name Ms.

When I first saw this sidewalk it reminded me of the town I moved here from, then looking closer at the details around it I realized that the image itself represents me and my family as a whole. I grew up in a small town in West Virginia, my family and I lived in a trailer park on a road called grapevine. It was just me, my older sister, my mother, and my father for about four years, then on halloween of 2006 my younger sister was born. Living in a small house with only two rooms and no other options, we had to put the crib in the closet of my mother’s room. Crime in West Virginia has always been bad. One night while we were all asleep someone shattered the window in the living room broke in and stole our xbox and television. Living in the trailer park with the baby proved to be more dangerous with people constantly moving in and out. People kept breaking in, someone even climbed in through the window of my room. We were all scared and my father was losing his mind with anger, he even punched a hole straight through the ceiling. Then we finally had enough of all the break ins, so we moved in with my grandmother down the road.

“Wake up kids!” my mom exclaimed her words dragging me off the bed and into the shower. I jumped back as the sharp cold water pierced the skin on my chest, a stream of “wake up” filled my body immediately. We woke up earlier than usual, which would probably be the usual for other families, my family was already dressed and downstairs ready to go to our friends family reunion. I threw on a faded shirt and a worn pair of jeans, they were old and i was wearing them, and headed down the stairs and into my mom’s grey minivan.

Growing up I was raised in an authoritative house with high expectations and high responsiveness from my parents. I am the youngest and my sister and I are seven years apart. My family is a fun and loving family on both sides, and offer great support for everyone. Growing up I was also close with my mother and father, but my sister and I had some ups and downs because of our age difference. Now that we are both older we have a much stronger relationship. I am very close to my mother’s side of the family as I visit my grandparents very often. On my father’s side, I only usually see that side of the family on holidays after my grandmother died. My relationship with my mother’s side of the family is very strong because I am the youngest of two granddaughters. When I look back on my past relationships with my family and compare them to my present relationships, I am very satisfied with how they are now. As I have gotten older I appreciate family more and see how valuable time with my family really is. When I was younger I was like every other child who just wanted to spend time with friends.

I grew up in a house nestled in the mountains of Colorado, with a very unconventional family life. I was taught how to appreciate nature, and how to set up a tent, and how to downhill ski at the age of 4. I knew nothing about God, I had never even been to a church. I was always the kid who asked countless questions, and I remember asking my family if there was a God, I don’t think I ever got an answer. My childhood was also a lot messier than most kids, my parents split up when I was nine and when my mom was laid off of her job she started drinking a lot, and slowly fell into the arms of alcoholism. I remember nights when I would call my dad because my mom was so drunk that she passed out or was trying to drive somewhere. After some time I decided as an eleven year old that living with my mom wasn't safe, so I moved in full time with my dad, and cut off all contact with my mom. My dad felt so guily that my mom was hurting me so he went to court and fought hard for custody and after 6 months we won, it was truly the sweetest victory. It wasn’t until high school that my best friend invited me to youth group. I showed up and everyone started hugging me, and I was so confused as to why these people already loved me. After that night I knew there was something inside them that I needed. My sophomore year of high school I decided to go on a week long mission trip to Jamaica. That week completely changed my life, a friend of mine was washing my feet and at that moment jesus so

No one can’t meet a family like mine’s. My family is well diversified. Every family member plays an important role in all my family’s lives. In my family, there are four people: my father, my mother, my little brother and me. My father is one who brings money home and is also responsible for organizing and planning family trips. My mother is the one who is in charge for making meals and makes sure everyone eats at the appropriate times. My little brother is the pet of the family. He actually doesn’t have any responsibilities, for he’s the pet. I am the rock of support in my family. I always go beyond my parents’ expectations. I also support my younger cousins and little brother, by being a role model that they can look up to. Another

Have you ever been to a place where you are feeling like you can stay there and it will never get old? When I was a young child, I would love to hear my parents tell me that we were going on a trip. I love to travel. I would be full of elation, because I knew that we would be going to a place that I had never seen before. My dad said after singing “let's go child, lets go”. My parents, my brothers, and I would pack our baggage and journey out in our small gray minivan. I was to lazy to pack my stuff. My brother, Caleb, was counting down the days for a month. Caleb ran wild, When two days away from the trip came, we were starting

It was a dark and quiet night. The cars on the street rarely past, speaking because it was already 12. I sat there, on the couch, watching movies with my family. Everytime there was a part I didn 't or couldn 't see, I would shove my head in my mother 's shirt, smelling her jasmine scented perfume until it gave me a headache. It was as if we were in our own family bubble, enjoying our time. Who knew anything could 've happened outside our bubble. Sunday morning, I woke up to the sound of the floor creaking as someone moved. I exited my room and as I opened my door, an avalanche of delicious smells showered me. ¨Good morning, mija.¨, screamed my mother, trying to be louder than all the racket caused by the mixer. ¨Good morning, ma.¨, I