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Have you ever wondered how your ancestors have changed the way you are? I did and I got some intriguing stories, but my favorite story was how I was seven years old and my mom Holly and my soon to be dad Dustin moved in with each other and I got to be blessed with a baby sister. My mom and I moved from Idalia CO to Wheatland WY. It took all of my close family to help us move. Although it was a very long ad had some major adjustments from seeing my grandma, grandpa, aunts, uncles and cousins often to seeing them five times a year. I’m glad my mom decided to take that risk. My mom has impacted me because she showed me don’t be afraid to make changes, take risks, and you can do it on your own.
When I was a little girl my mom meant everything to me and she still does, but when I met this guy named Dustin I had a different kind of love for him. He was that father figure that I never really had and I had close guys in my life, but he really stepped up his game and treated me as his own. That had to be incredibly hard for my mom when she let this man come in my life. When my mom did that she took a huge leap and that couldn’t of been easy, due to the fact of the unknown. When she moved to Wheatland she had no family members and moving from a place where she had her family thirty minutes away was now a
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As I look back I’m incredibly happy that my mom took that risk because if she didn’t I wouldn’t have my baby sister and I wouldn’t know the people I know now. I love all of my family and some aren’t blood, but they treat me as their own niece. If my mom wouldn’t of take that risk to get married to my dad I don’t know where I would be. I might still live in Idalia or I could be anywhere. When I became older I really comprehended the whole situation, which wasn’t easy, but even though I’m not blood related to my dad, he will always be my
As a young child my mother had a bad habit of cheating. When I was about 8 years old my mother turned my life upside down. She cheated on my step-father and left my brother and I behind. She chose a man over her children and at some point in life I hated her for it. I felt so meaningless and alone. I couldn't believe that my mother was so infatuated by this man that she would put her children second. Because of her irresponsible choices I suffered multiple types of abuse. It hurt me in so many ways but it also made me a better person. I was able to get everything bad out of the situation and learn from it. I told myself I would do the complete opposite of everything she did. I would never allow myself to hurt anyone the way she hurt us. Her actions are the reason why I am the way I am today. I know that although the situation wasn’t good, I was able to learn from it and become a good person. Most importantly I was able to forgive her, not only for her but for my own sake. I genuinely love my mother with my entire heart. I would give my life for hers without even thinking it. Being put what I was put through, I never thought I could have such strong feeling for her like I do. Good thing can come out of painful obstacles.
My relationship with my grandmother paved the way of my education, my faith, my success. Her understanding and unconditional love, as well as, faith in me along with my past experiences, helped shape my character today. I am currently a high school graduate, who was ranked number 4 in my class with a 3.79 G.P.A. Not to mention, on a full scholarship to college, and by the end of July have a total of eleven college credits before becoming an official freshman.
I come from a small-town known as Rutherfordton, North Carolina. I live with my parents and my younger brother. My parents were both born and raised in Rutherfordton. My mom lived a middle class lifestyle. Her parents divorced when she was young. Her mom remarried when my mom was young to a man with two daughters. My mom’s dad did not remarry until my mom had moved out. He married a woman with one daughter and one son. My mom always had everything that she needed growing up. My mom graduated high school and went on to get her bachelors degree in accounting. However, after receiving her diploma she realized that her heart lied in teaching and she went back to get her teaching degree. She married my dad at the age of 22 and had me when she was 24. She has
I was raised with just my immediate family around. The only family I had present was my father, my mother, and my older brother. I am the second born child of two European immigrants. I was born in the United States, however my older brother and parents were born in Poland. Two years before I was born, my brother and my parents moved from a small farm town in Poland to Chicago, Illinois. They came to the States with two small suitcases and a couple hundred dollars in their pocket. To start off in an unfamiliar country with little to nothing and with no knowledge of the language, to becoming home owners in a northern suburb is such an accomplishment. The drive and work ethic that my parents have raised me in has shaped me to be who I am. Hearing
When I really think about what has influenced who I am today and how I view the world around me, I think about my mother. My mother played a huge part in my childhood and raised me to be both open minded and self aware. She’s able to do almost everything from changing the tires on the car to building a table to sewing up clothes and and cooking full course meals. From her, I learned just about everything I know. I grew up to be very independent and capable of doing things on my own, which I am extremely grateful for. The main reason why I am going to college now is also because of my mother. However, I wouldn’t exactly say I’m following in her footsteps as our career choices are extremely different from each others. She went to cosmetology school and I’m studying to become a registered nurse.
“Families are the compass that guides us. They are the inspiration to reach great heights, and our comfort when we occasionally falter.” My family has taught me many important qualities in order to reach success. One thing I have always been taught is that you ultimately control you and the way you act upon every situation. Throughout my life, my parents have strived to teach me how to be successful in what I do. I don’t remember how old I was when my mom and dad first taught me the importance of being involved and being respectful. I guess it’s just something that I have grown up with.
Family ties have been a sour topic in my life since as long as I can remember. Through the years I have managed to cope with the reality of being on my own. Though it was not easy, I have been through more than most people my age. One of the hardest things I had to cope with was moving around as much as we did. I was born in Nurnberg, Germany while my father was in the military. When I was two, my parents divorced and I stayed with my father and lost all contact with my mother until I was 18. After they divorced, dad and I moved in and out of three states, and ended up in Wausau. Growing up with an abusive father, and without my mother, was very difficult to manage. To make matters worse, I attended 12 schools before high school, I had no friends. Homework was always a struggle for me, given that I attended 12 different schools. It seemed as if I was always behind or ahead of the class, because the last school was at a different pace or taught things differently. I have grown up without relying on family but relied on myself. Even today I have little or no contact with my family. My mother and all her relatives live in Oregon. I had the pleasure of reuniting with my mother in 1994. When we met again after 16 years I decided to live in Oregon with her. I stayed in Oregon for almost two years by then it was apparent that my mother and I lost the bond that a mother and child should always have. We were separated for so long, and I was at such a young age that I found it difficult to be close to her. I have since moved back to Wausau, and started a family of my own. On occasion I talk to my mother on the phone but this has never been a very fulfilling relationship either. Although unfulfilling, it has allowed for some progress in our relationship.
My mother, Kari Jenson, is one of the most important people in my life. She gave birth to me, helped me learn to walk and so many other things that I find amazing. I cannot begin to fathom how much patience she had to have to deal with me all the time as a child. I’m sure she still has to have patience to deal with me now, but I imagine it was a lot more back then. She has molded me into the person I am today and I wouldn’t want it to be any different. She has always been supportive of everything I have tried from basketball to skateboarding and from football to paintball. Even though there are some things that I do she doesn’t like she usu...
When people talk about their mothers they always seem to say, “I want to be just like my mom when I grow up.” However, at seven years old my mother told me, “Don’t be like me, but be better than me,” I took that and ran with it. She is a person who has made such a significant influence in my life. She is not only my mother, but also a friend who is always there to advise and guide me to right path. Growing up I had plenty of friends, yet growing up I also lost plenty of them. The only one that hasn’t left my side and I know is always going to be there for me is my loving mother.
I don’t know a lot about my grandfather, I know he drank and smoked heavily for a long time, and that those were the main contributors to his death at the age of 45. My grandmother told me that he was a very loving man, but that there was always a deep sadness that followed him since she had known him. My grandmother Jaqueline was probably one of the two strongest people I have ever known, she had survived German occupation in Normandy (and fought against it as a teenager), lived in some of the poorest countries in the world teaching rural school children, and raised 5 children after having been left a widow. While not all of my uncles would turn out well following the death of their father, she tried her hardest as a single parent to make sure they always had food and a loving family to come home to, but she faced many of the same economic and social problems that single parents still face today (Knox, 362). She also had very polarized views of types of people and wasn’t afraid to talk about it (she was racist towards Romani) and it often upset my family, as my aunt and cousins are Romani (My parents were able to turn that into a lesson about racism and how it hurts people). Her long stays with my family would often put a lot of strain on my parent’s relationship, but living in France, it was not a trip she or my family could make often. Much like Harriet’s mother in The Fifth Child, she did come stay with us for several months when I was extremely ill, in order to let my parents keep working, but this still had a toll on all of them. These interviews with my parents not only gave me an insight into the differences between them and myself, but also allowed me to remember and see the connections to the wonderful but flawed people that they came
I regret not supporting my mom to pursue her interests. I regret not trying to keep my family together in hard times. It was not anyone’s fault in particular; it was everyone’s. My mom helped us, supported us, and stood with us in every turn that this life took. She has been always a shoulder to cry on and always a reason to smile. Every morning, all of us would go out and meet thousands of other people, but she stayed home, waited for us all alone. She might have gotten bored at home. She might have wanted to meet new people everyday and expand her circle like we did. She might have wanted to see the world from her own eyes, rather than our eyes, from the stories we would share in family times. Everyone likes to do the things that interest them; my mom also did embroidery at home on our clothes, but she might have very limited work comparing to her capability. She might want to get praised for her hard work, because none of us had time to praise her for the things she did to keep us happy. My family may be just needed to understand her more specifically as she understood all of us. Mom’s love is unconditional, but it’s stronger than any bond we can form in this world. Not only my mom, but every mom out there has a soft heart. Soft hearted person just needs support, care, and some respect. Moms deserve a lot more than managing the household and cooking for their
My parents didn 't always seem to have this loving and kind connection with each other. The last memory I have of my parents happy and together was on my third birthday. They woke me up in my big girl bed with my puffy pink comforter, my mom was wearing her green silk pajamas and my dad was wearing his plaid flannel pants and it may have been the last memory of them that actually had a warmth to it. When I turned four we moved into this cute house. Going to my new school was great, but the relationship between my parents only seemed to get worse and worse. Eventually before the end of first grade my parents had split. From then on I watched as my parents date a man after man, woman after woman neither of them ever really finding somebody to call their own. Seeing my mom live alone made it a goal of mine to have something different than what she has. Ever since I was little I told myself that I need to find my prince, the love of my life, someone who honestly cares for me, not the way my parents did for each
I think that almost everyone has been influenced by someone at least once in their lives. From virtues to defects, there is one particular person in my life that has helped shape the individual I am today. Since birth, my father has been a great inspiration, especially when I have needed to make decisions about being responsible. I consider the adversities and sacrifices that he has endured in order to promote a better life for me on his behalf. Even after the divorce of my parents when I was a child, my father continued to teach me how to become more considerate, engaging, and responsible. The valuable lessons he has imparted on me have given me the power, perhaps even with a touch of bravado, to defeat whatever challenges I am faced with.
The history of my family is very special to me and I take great pride in knowing where my ancestors came from and what they had to endure. The past generations of both my mothers and my father’s family paved the way I look at life and the way I try to raise my children. I want to start with my mother’s family; the earliest recording I have from the “Schumacher” is from 1784. They left Germany because of bad economics and not enough land to farm so they could provide for their families. They were called “The Danube Swabians” (Donauschawben) who were German speaking populations who lived in various counties of southeastern Europe. My family left Germany for better land and also religious reasons.
After about eight years of my mother’s searching to replace the love once received from my father and my hopes of my parents getting back together, she fell in love with someone new, shattering all my hopes. Assuming this new love wanted to replace my father, I put up an emotional wall. Eventually, this wall crumbled down when I realized that my parents were happier apart than when they were together. Even though my mother and father no longer had a relationship, the one between my mother and me matured drastically. This occurred after I finally accepted that she, too, needed love, a love that her children alone could not give her.