Personal Statement : My Family

Although single parenthood is on the rise in homes today, children still often have a father role in their life. It does not matter who the part is filled by: a father, uncle, older brother, grandfather, etc...; in almost all cases, those relationships between the father (figure) and child have lasting impacts on the youth the rest of their lives. In “I Wanted to Share My Father’s World,” Jimmy Carter tells the audience no matter the situation with a father, hold onto every moment.

The estranged relationships between father and son tend to start from lack of communication. Fathers express their love through actions rather than words. When conflicts occur, they are unlikely to explain themselves, which leads to greater complications. In addition, fathers are often absent in the child’s youth for reasons such as work. However, absent fathers can have great influence on the child.

A father is a very important figure in a child’s life. They help raise and guide their child so they can have a successful life in the future. Father’s always want what’s best for their kids and most of the time they will sacrifice what they have for their children. Without fathers, children today would be out of control and running amok. This is evident in the present and is becoming more prevalent around the world. Fathers are needed in child’s life so they can help educate their children on a respectful lifestyle. There are long term consequences when a father a is not there for their child.

When I first moved to New York as a newly-arrived immigrant nine years ago, I was amazed, among other things, at the diversity and opportunities that I observed around me. It was equally shocking, as I underwent the process of becoming a New Yorker, to see the uneven geographical spread of these great opportunities throughout the city. Specifically, I am speaking of the disadvantages of children in low income neighborhoods with higher crime rates than surrounding areas.

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

My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.

I am one of the founding members of Family Transcends. We are an international mentorship program designed to end isolation and lower the suicide rate of transgender and nonbinary youth. I am responsible for executive operations and work 10-15 hours a week as the Senior Vice President and the Chief Operating Officer.

My thoughts are no longer on this here land my family lives on. The land that we rent and will never own, land that we will never be able to call our own. We are owners of nothing of importance. We own the wool on our backs and a dreadful table that wobbles, though my husband is a jack of all trades he has no time to make our home without inconvenience. I do my work by his side when it is needed and called for. I care for my children as I can but most of the time to the older children take care of the younger just so we can have clean clothes, and food to eat. I wonder what is out there that is more for me. Every day I worry how we will have milk for porridge the following day. My children cry out for food at times but other things must be taken care of such as the rent. We must keep a roof over their heads so they are not wet nor cold in the winter months. My husband is gone to his odd jobs before the sun comes up and does not step his torn and tattered shoes in the door sometimes until after supper is eaten and the sun is long disappeared. His hands are brown and hard from the hard work and little pay he receives to care for our family. Peasant men have such a hard life, they work themselves to death, in our towns there are only three men to every four women. I truly love him and chose him to make a family and a life together but I have always dreamt that we would have more. Such as the women of the upper-class. Oh how I long for a tunic of elaborate colorful fabric and

That is one important change in my life without him. He has helped me by helping my mom more than I ever could. Which lead me to have more time to discover who I was and what I wanted to do in this world. I want to become an elementary school teacher and continue to gain my PhD to work in administration to help all children like I wished my school could have done for me. My father jumped right into action in my family to support each and every one of us so we could all be happy and not struggle anymore. He works six days a week, from sunrise to sunset to support our family. Even when he is not at work, he is at home tinkering with little things so nothing is left broken. He helps my mom's side of the family with car or house troubles. He literally can not sit and do nothing. He is a dedicated man and kind-hearted and because of his mistake, I am terrified I might lose

When I was little, I was really close with my dad. My mom had worked nights, so I saw and spent most my time with my dad. I wanted to do everything my dad did. I wanted to be just like my dad, even though I was a girl. I went to my dad for everything when I was little. When I was scared or sick, I would cry for my dad. As I was growing up, my dad’s hobby was going out and riding snowmobiles with his friends. As the years went on my dad’s like for this hobby grew, and he was gone most of the nights in the

I’ve noticed that you only have one mother. I do not know what I would be doing right now if my mother was around. She was basically my mom and dad my whole life. My dad decides to have a “bond” with me after the four years he put me through not seeing him. That is why I feel like my stepfather, is actually my real father. I have a actual father and son bond with him more than my blood father. I am grateful to have this kind of relationship with my stepfather because I have never experienced this type of father-son bond with anyone else, but him. This is who I am and what I would like to do in the future when I am older.

Let me give just a little bit of background information. I was born April 22, 1997 at Oaklawn Hospital. For the first seventeen years of my life I grew up in a two parent household. I was daddy 's little girl, and I had him wrapped around my finger, but as I learned all good things have to come to an end. My parents split due to my dad 's stupidity. I cut all ties with him and moved on.

Majority of the time it has always been that fathers should be the protector of the household, but that’s not always the case. There was a time in my life where everything was perfect. Everyone was happy, laughing , and smiling. There were hardly any arguments or fighting... just good vibes. All of that changed; my perfect life and perfect family became this dark place. There were constant fighting, beating, arguing, fear, and pain. My life started to go downhill after the death  of my grandmother. I was 9 years old at the time when my grandmother, Elida, passed away. She was the light to our family, putting everyone before herself, and always gave the best advice. Elida’s death came with more than just heart aches, her death left all of our lives questionable for what the future held for our family. I knew things weren't going to be the same without her. Grandmother Elida was a wise , warm and caring person. She was the light of everything and knew just about every answer to every question. After her death there was no more laughs, smiles, and happiness; instead there was pain, fear, and darkness.

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

Both my parents were born in Burundi. My dad is from in a place call Mucibitoke, and my Mom is from Bujumbura. My parents got together when they were young. But however, they didn’t get married till two years ago. My mom started living with my dad when she was 15 years old, and they are ten years apart. After getting together in mid 70, the genocide breaks up in Burundi. That’s when they fled the country and went in Rwanda where they live for more than ten years. Then, they started having children. My parents had total of 10 children but 2 first born passed away. Both my parents are Christians, and both my uncles and cousins as far as I know. Growing up, I understood what it meant to be a fallow of Christ; I grew up depending on God in all. My mom has been influenced me in a lots positive way. In everything she ever done, she did them to the glory of God. Example, when my mom is about to consume food, she prays, thank God and ask for blessings every time. When she is done, she does the same thing. Whether is getting in a vehicle or getting out, God must be first. Sleeping or woken up, God must come first.