My father is one tough cookie to crack. What can I say, he was born in Monterrey, Mexico and I think in general all Mexican father are tough. They are tough on the inside and the out. They’re really stubborn well at least my father was. As well when it comes to expressing his feelings. My dad didn’t quite understand what that meant he never demonstrate his feelings because he didn’t want to be label as a wuss, weak, etc. To get my father to express his feelings it’s some sort of difficult for him to do; however, on the last month of March 2015, my father telling me he loves me and was very proud of me. It was the day I will cherish forever. To begin with, my father was raised in a hardworking family and by the age of 7 years old, he had his …show more content…
I’m not saying as abused or mistreated, but to be raised by a Mexican mother and father my siblings and I if we did something wrong we will get spanked. I believe that’s on every Mexican family household it demonstrates a discipline matter, and after the spanking we knew to not ever do it again. My father growing up with so much discipline as a kid it was the only thing he knew and raised my siblings and I the exact same way. As elementary kids we started to do house work, cleaning and cooking, it was a routine we had every day and still goes on today. My father wanted to raise my siblings and I to be tough and to prepare ourselves for the real world. This continued so many years until things started changing when I was a freshman in high school. My father health was a big issue and little by little throughout the years it got worse. My father ended up at the hospital 10 times through my 4 years in high …show more content…
It was a hassle for my family, so many doctors and multiple statement of my father health. My father had some good days with his health and some pretty awful ones’. The last Dr. we visit was really understanding, kind and helpful to us. My father really liked the way he explains his situation and the he cared for his treatment. Everything was going swell in my eyes I gain so much hope for my father and he did too. As to receive fantastic news that my father lifeline was just 2 more years, for me that was upsetting, but at least I know now and would do anything to spend each time and second with my father. But, so I
The people who I look up to is my mom and my dad. Ever since I was born, they helped me with my problem that I have. Every day after school my mom would help me with my homework, because most of the time I don’t understand my assignment, that she knew how to do some math work, because I would forget how to answer my math, while my dad is at work. On his days off me and my dad would sometimes go fishing in the river or a lake, because he would like to spend time with. Other times we would go hunting for deer or bird, because it would be boring if we didn’t do
Although having a Mexican mother and an American father was not always socially acceptable, growing up with a different food taste, having a close-knit family, as well as regularly getting disciplined shaped how I am as a person today. I was dipped into a very different childhood most children did not grow up into.
Father, computer server engineer, alcoholic, and felon. My dad, Jason Wayne DeHate, has influenced my life, not only genetically, but he has also improved my character and creativity throughout the years. Beginning at age two, I was cultured with profanity spit from rappers such as Eminem. While my mother was at work we had multiple videotaped “jam sessions” and coloring time that allowed for the foundation of friendship we have today. The jam sessions consisting of me mumbling and stumbling in front of the television, as he was “raising the roof” from his lazyboy. Since then, he has taught me how to rollerblade, change wiper blades, and play my favorite sport, tennis. Along with influencing my leisure activities and the music I enjoy, his prominent personality allows me to grow as a person. Being the only male figure in my immediate family, I
When I was 8 my dad went to prison. He had a feeling his time was coming and spent as much time with me as he could before he was taken away. He bought me a silver box chain necklace with a cross before he left and I still keep it hanging from the wall.
Growing up, my father’s absence played a major factor in my stride for success. His absence was the scapegoat for why I always felt like I may not be good enough – or why I’d be looked at as an outcast. I’ve always made it my first priority to overcome his negligence by attempting to do my best in school – earning good grades, joining school clubs, giving back to the community. However, never did I receive the recognition I’ve always dreamed of and never was I satisfied with my outcome, but never did I think that I would find through the one who seized it all.
All parents have their own way of raising their children. Some parents are more likely to discipline their kids. Chinese mothers tend to be more harsh than other mothers. Hispanic mothers are more lenient but can also be strict. While Chinese mothers and Hispanic mothers have some similarities, both tend to control differently when it comes to raising children.
It was during this time that I received the news that my papa was diagnosed with brain cancer.. I remember how we had to be strong as a family to help my each other go through a battle. This made my view about my family change. Thanks to this event, I became closer than ever with my family. Three months before he died, he told me he wouldn’t be around much longer. At first I was miserable. I remember just think it was all a dream and I believing that he wouldn 't die. I cried when I learned that he didn’t have long to live. The idea of him dying and what it would actually mean to not have him around. Dearing this time I experienced a few behavior
My parents did everything they knew to help my sister and I learn and respect our Mexican culture. Born into American culture but raised by Hispanic parents, often was difficult for me. Since I was little I had to manage and balance two very different cultures at the same time. There were many times while growing up that I encountered complex situations in regards to language, whether to speak Spanish or English and when it was appropriate. I felt a lot of pressure having to act as an interpreter for my parents when we were out in public. At home I was told to speak Spanish so I would not forget, but at school I was taught to only speak English with my teachers and friends. However, when we would go visit family in Mexico, I was expected to only speak in Spanish, since speaking in English in front of family members who only spoke Spanish was seen as disrespectful. So learning two languages has been very beneficial to my life and for my family. By
In this specific article, the authors had several questions about the way Mexican Americans went about their parenting. Mostly, they aimed to find a connection of how cultural values and neighborhood dangers impacted parenting. Past research discovered that it was quite hard to fit Mexican American parents’ parenting into the four parenting styles, because they were influenced by so many different factors. The four main types of parenting styles discussed were authoritative, authoritarian, indulgent, and neglectful. The participants were biological Mexican/Mexican American families of 5th grade students who lived in the same household in Southwestern United States.
Growing up Mexican is not easy. Especially if that person is the type to question things because questioning things means they’re talking back. I was considered the bad child and black sheep in my family because I would always questions things and if I see something wrong then I’m going to say it. For example, when I was younger I would always ask my parents, “Why do you have faith on this mystical being that supposedly is going grant your prayer.” Although I was just asking a question, to them I was questioning god which means I was taking back and being disrespectful. Another example, is when I was younger I will hear my aunts gossiping about my parents and brothers. I saw my aunt’s gossiping as something that I needed to tell them to stop.
My dad has always been there for me both as a parent and a friend. When I was little, my dad got involved in coaching in my little league baseball, basketball and soccer, and always made time for these father and son activities. We liked to play ball together and still do at times. My dad is a big sports fan and so am I, and I look forward to the weekends when we watch the ball games together. My dad started to take my to the ball games when I was about 5 years old, and we've been doing that ever since. But, playing ball isn't all that's important in life. My father has given me the necessary guidance and has taught me values as a person that have helped me develop from a child into a responsible adult. I want him to be proud of me too, and I know that he is.
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.
One person that I care for very deeply is my dad. He is The reasons he means so much to me is because he helps me whenever I need help, plays sports with me, and he is just like one of my friends.
As a child, life was great for me. I spent my days being a hyperactive boy, running around and causing general chaos on my two sisters, Kelly and Libby. The world I lived in was a stress free world, I had not had many difficult experiences growing up. Life was beautiful for me, until a tragedy struck my family.
I remember it as it were yesterday, the morning of October 31 1986, I heard my dad’s voice early in the morning; “Mike, get up! Your grandpa died!”