The Differences in My Parents

Her maternal grandmother was born in Irving, TX and her maternal grandfather was born in Southeast Oklahoma. Both paternal grandparents were born in Northeast Texas. She has two sisters who grew up in the home with her. She grew in in Houston, TX and went to public school and a public university. Aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents all lived in Texas and get together several times a year throughout the growing up years. Both she and her husband are protestant and attend church regularly. They practice their religion in their home by praying and reading their Bibles. Their friends are from varied backgrounds, but they say most are White, English-speaking Americans.

Having two people in love and getting married can change a lot about both lives. Lifestyles will change and adapting to each other will be one of the major goals. Not being able to adapt to each other will cause stress and great pain to each other. The key to marriage is being able to withstand each other and having patience for each other. Marriage in the twenty-first century today lacks the skills of withstanding each other and patience, especially couples who get married at an early age. A perfect marriage is to marry a person who loves you for who you are and what you are, not for you to be different or to change. “The best life partner might, I think, be the one who sees you as you are and loves that person-the person who is boring and anxious or blotchy from a weekly scrub mask-not the imaginary one who is poetic and broodingly smart and sexy and ecstatic all the time” (Miller 64). This statement wrote by Catherine Newman clearly shows that a couple getting married should pick that right partner that choose you because of you and nothing different. If you choose a partner to be different or act different and not for what he/she truly is, you will guaranteed to have a hard and stressful marriage. Both of you will have trouble understanding each other and it will cause you to have therapy. Marriage therapy is very common today and one the reason of them is not loving your partner for who he/she really is. Marrying somebody can be easy, but finding the right somebody is hard. It may take more than one try to find that right

Imagine from day one always having someone by your side. A person that looks like you but isn't. A person that shares many of your interests and qualities. A person to go to school with, share a room, and eat meals together. This person is my identical twin brother. If yin and yang were not complete opposites that would be us since we live in complete harmony. All my life I have always had someone to talk to, to live with, to laugh with, to just have fun, and so much more. Being a twin has been such a benefit to my life and a great joy. I always have my own personal study buddy that a lot of my friends can get jealous about. For several project I have been up late at night working with him on them; especially our video projects that we spend many hours doing to go above and beyond.

My family of Burrows, Bennet (father) Goodbeer, Littlejohn, (mother) is the mixture of what America is French, German, Irish, Native American, and Black. Origins come from the Atlantic slave trade where most of my family was relocated to Arkansas. Where their condition of slavery with all of the horrors of it like the breeding, whippings, lynching, slave codes. The lack of education and the chance to prosper without being a handicap of being a subordinate which in 2016 is still every true to till this day. As for the Native American and the Irish side of the family, I don’t know much than seeing some pictures and Serval stories that I can’t recall from my childhood.

The family composition comprises of a basic family structure including the father, mother, brother, and sister within the household. An example would be my mother, Ernaline Pabatao who was 13 years old in high school, and her siblings were in elementary including Bernadito who was 11 years old, Caroline who was 9 years old, and Ernest who was 7 years old. Her parents, Bernadita was 23 years old and Ernesto was 33 years old at the time. They had eloped when Bernadita was 18 years old and was not able to finish her college studies because Ernesto prevented her to achieve her academic ambitions.

The grandparents of both sides of my family based their faith in fundamentalist Christianity. The dominant religious beliefs are Congregationalism or modern day Church of Christ on the maternal line primarily due to the influence of my maternal step-grandmother Georgia. My grandfather (Uhlan) was influenced by her in

Deborah A. Miranda’s book Bad Indians, contains some historical facts and personal stories. Some of the stories that Miranda writes about is of other people, which varies to the lives of my grandparents. My grandparents from both sides of my family were born in Iran. They all lived in what is called a Gyoogh, when translated to English it means farm and within this farm they had different groups, and each group had a different name. My father’s, parents were from a

My parents divorced when I was about seven years old, and my mom became the custodial parent. As my younger sister and brother, and I could adapt to always going back and forth between our parent’s. The challenging thing about having divorced parents is meeting their new significant other, which I have met multiple of them. Another thing is meeting my parent’s significant other’s children. Each person I met was nice, and if I was meeting a toddler, they were energetic. Although, each time I did meet these people, I was usually very distant and dramatic.

My parents are both from a small town in Costa Rica. Costa Rice is located in Central America. They both lived on a farm with their families. They both grew up in very poor homes. My mom would walk 4 miles daily to go to school. She made the effort to go to school because she wanted a better life. My father on the other hand, couldn’t go to school. He had to go out and work on his farm to make ends meet. My father was the only man of the house. He lived with his mom and 4 sisters.

I find the structure of each of the families that we are shown are very similar. I am glad I have the freedom to choose my own spouse, I think a good marriage results more from the moral and loving attitudes and actions exhibited within the marriage itself than from any factors existing at the time two people meet and agree to marry. Two people who have a lot in common and good chemistry can end up in a horrible marriage if one or both of them choose during the marriage to adopt attitudes/actions/desires inconsistent with a good marital relationship, and two strangers who start out with almost nothing in common can, over time, build a strong, loving relationship if they are both committed to doing

Through my interactions with my extended family over the course of this project, it has become evident that there are specific traditions and values that each side of my family holds dear. Despite my premonition that interviewing my family would be a rather simple and straightforward endeavor, getting the information that I was hoping to find from my family has been anything but easy. Both sides of my family certainly have some common values and traditions between them; however, each side has its own distinct folklore and values that have been instilled over several generations. These traditional family values have come to be one of the most notable differences between the two halves

On another note, I would say my life is very similar in terms of culture to the members of my family. Most of my family is white and middle class, besides one uncle who married into the family who is Ghanaian. My parents both had siblings like me, some type of religious influence, and both received a college education. I inherited many of my skills and hobbies from them as well.

When I was young my mother and my father both had very different opinions on how you should raise a child. And since my father was the one paying the bills and bringing home the paychecks for a few years, I didn’t really get to see him much because he worked all day. So my mother was the one who raised me for the most part. At the time she would spoil me like crazy. If I asked for something the answer would always be yes, and if I didn’t get my way I would start having a fit until she finally caved in. You could’ve called me a crybaby, go ahead I would’ve said the same thing. Because I was. My father’s best friend who had two twins both the same age as me invited me, my father and my mother over to there place for an easter egg hunt easter morning. During the easter egg hunt, me and my friend both turned a corner at the same time. He saw an egg and as he was going to grab it, I saw it and tried to get it also. He got there before me and I started to have a fit right there and then. I could remember my mother rushing up to see what’s wrong. After I told her what had happened she got me to stop crying and gave me extra candy. My dad knew that by her raising me like this I wouldn’t be able to get anywhere in life without someone being there whenever something went wrong, so he told her to take the candy back and to tell me to get over it and that not everything in life will be fair. She took that the wrong way and got mad at my dad for “not being a good parent” because didn’t

To add, there are a lot of similarities and differences between both families. My family is very close to each other, and theirs is too. Also, we both enjoy going on

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.