The Life Of A Family : My Life With My Family

My mother, my brother, and I were on the train going to Munich. Life was already hard as it is and my brother dying certainly did not help it. It was a day in January 1939 and this was the day when I would begin a new chapter in my life.

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.

When I read the diary, there are news of the type "the progress of the man, by accepting same sex marriage" and comments that support these kinds of behavior. These comments say that everyone has to accept that those people love each other because it's their choice, and that we should respect their choices because it's their right. I am always grateful because I have the gospel, and I have the clear knowledge of the commandments. In "The Family: A Proclamation to the World" it says that marriage is ordained by our Heavenly Father. Elder Bednar explains this point very clearly: "...Gender is an essential characteristic of individual premortal, mortal, and eternal identity and purpose" and in large measure defines who we are, why we are here

There are many different types of rites of passage into adulthood in the world. There are certain rituals, traditions, processes, ceremonies, and even some things that we do not even think about. They differ throughout all families. Every family has their rites of passage even if they do not know it. For some people, just turning 18 is the rite of passage to adulthood. For others, like the Sateré-Mawé tribe, have a special ceremony. At the age of 13, they have a ceremony called the Bullet Ant Ceremony, which they must show their strength while they are being stung by Bullet Ants.

Who knew something that would affect my life would happen before I was ever even born. Family is a term that most people associate with warm, safe, and loving. That was never the case in my situation due to my childhood being riddled with fights and heartache. It all started a cold night in the year 2000 two years before I was conceived. That’s when two unlikely people would meet and blossom into a new relationship which would soon crumble under the pressure of a teen pregnancy, financial instability, and stress.

Ever since I was born into this world I knew that God placed me with the perfect family. My parents and my older brother mean the world to me. We were all so close and comfortable with one another and that’s how a true and understanding family is supposed to be. It was the summer of my sophomore year and I was so excited to be able to spend it with the people I loved most. As the summer went on I began to realize that my parents were hardly speaking to one another. My brother and I just assumed that they had gotten into a fight and they were just taking time apart. A few weeks on and they still weren't communicating with one another. At this point I realized that something was wrong. The family that I once loved and looked forward to seeing was growing apart. They never kissed, or hugged or even simply talked to one another. It was near the end of summer when my mom told me news that would change my life forever. She sat me down and told me that she was filing for an immediate divorce. I was so devastated and furious at both of them. I couldn't understand why they let their relationship get to this point. As weeks went on I noticed that my mom was always on the phone, and whenever I would ask who it was she would simply ignore me.I soon began to realize that the reason why my mom was becoming so distant is because she was having an affair. I felt like my world was turned upside but this was only the beginning of the struggle I've been facing with my parents.

I woke up and it was a new day, where everything was normal, but it wasn't, my brother wasn't there. Over the years I grew up with my brothers and two dogs which one looked like a fatten up sausage ready to be eaten. I learned to love and live with them. They were my best friends and I spent most of my days with them. Playing history games or other similar games which they were a massive part of my life. One day that all stopped when the wind died down all was left was me and my final brother. (2)

I didn't think life could get much tougher than living on a reservation until I got sick. In my family everyone works, we have to in order to survive.

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

The relationship between my grandmother and I was great in the beginning, but one day something happened that made it take a turn for the worse. Not too long ago, my grandma came to live with my family and I. At the time, my mother was pregnant with my little brother, so it would be two new additions to our family. When she came, we had a great bond and got to know each other. But then an argument we had changed everything and our bond wasn’t the same after that day.

For me, having a big family is a lifetime full of love, happiness, and struggles. One out of the three most magnificent moments of my life, my kids and I were playing at the park and that's when I experienced love at first sight with a man named Paul. He had three daughters with him that were instant friends with my two sons. This was the day where my family grew from three to seven. I remember the very certain day in January since it is going to be our first anniversary this upcoming year of 2018. After a break up with my kid's father, I thought I'd never find a man that would love my two kids and I. Every day, I asked my grandmother, who I called Nana, up in heaven if she could send a good man my way to love and cherish my kid's and I, and then one day my she answered my prayer. When my spouse and his daughters came into my life, they filled the hole that was missing from my heart when my Nana passed away and my life felt like I was back to normal. His daughters are the little girls I always had wanted because I tied my tubes after my second son was born so I am not able to have any more children. My family of seven started in 2012 with my firstborn son, Shane.

Hello and thanks for allowing me the opportunity to provide a bit of insight on my experiences of growing up as the oldest of five children.

Born January 12, 2000 in San Antonio and raised I lived with my grandparents while my mom was somewhere else I honestly don’t know where but she would visit sometimes. I never knew my biological father and I never cared to know. Me being the second oldest with my two brothers we’d always play on the nintendo 64 also living with my grandparents was my cousin timmy whose mom was an alcoholic and dad in jail. Living with them and going to windcrest elementary school until 2007 I then moved to royal ridge with my mom and her boyfriend only ten minutes away from my grandparents. My mom was pregnant with my sister ravin she was born the day before christmas eve and when she came home I was attached to her always read to her and all one year later in may my sister was born.

Growing up in a family with four siblings you would think that we would be as tight-knit as the Brady Bunch, right? Well, growing up I always felt distant from one of my older siblings, Alyssa. Before my mom and dad met, my dad was in a relationship with a woman named Raquel. Raquel is the mother of my two older siblings, Andrew and Alyssa. My dad and Raquel separated early in their lives and a short time later he met my mom. Two years after my parents got married, they expanded the family by having my older brother Martin. They then later, my younger brother Sebastian and I to the mix. Having a different mother than my two oldest siblings has always felt a little awkward. Not having the same mom caused us not to have such a personal connection with each other as siblings. Alyssa is the second oldest and 11 years older than myself. Ever since I can remember Andrew has always been the easier one to connect to. He is funny and easygoing however Alyssa is the complete opposite. She acted as if she had a heart of stone. Alyssa was harder to connect to not only because of her fiery attitude but because growing up she never showed one ounce of respect for my mom. The amount of disrespect she displayed to my mother was something I had a deep hatred for. I have always had a short fuse and witnessing her actions made me want to erupt like a volcano. Witnessing her fiery attitude and disrespect towards my mother made me distance myself from her even more. I would spend my day

In today’s society, every person in every family have a different role to act on. For some families, the roles are equally shared. Every decision they make, they would talk and plan it through with one another. The more traditional family, the male would be in charge of everything since they are consider the “dominant” one. The male would be the one making the family decision and taking care of the family, while the female would be responsible for the little things such as being the typical role of a wife. In my family, we used to be the traditional roles. Where my dad would take care of all the financial needs, while my mom would be in charge of all the cooking and cleaning. I started to noticed this when I was ten years old. Back then,