My mother, Carol, was born into a somewhat dysfunctional family. Her mother and my grandmother, Lois, was a single parent to my mother and her half-brother, Charles “Bubba.” Grandma Lois passed away due to complications of the lungs when I was five years old, but I remember her well and think of her often. My mother’s father, Lon, is still living, but despite the fact that he resides in the same city as me and the rest of my family, I have never met him. I know little about the subject, but my understanding is that Lon left Carol and Grandma Lois, and by the time Carol was old enough to try to get in touch with him, he had married a new woman and acted as though he had no idea who my mother even was. He never paid child support because Grandma Lois told him he didn’t have to; she was a strong person to take care of her family without his help. During childhood, Carol and Bubba nearly killed each other. I don’t say this lightly, either; Bubba nearly drowned Carol in a lake, and she once knocked him out with a meat tenderizer. Their family was at the peak of dysfunctionality, but somehow they were able to overcome their past as they grew. Now, Carol and her brother are very close and talk to each other nearly every day. I don’t know for certain if Grandma Lois was religious, but I believe she was. Before she died, she wrote a poem that implied as much. Uncle Bubba has never seemed to be the church-going type, but he highly values family and work, and I do think he believes in God. Carol certainly is religious, as she taught Sunday School before I was born and for a short time after. She has always put her family above herself, and I can say without doubt that she would do anything for me. In a similar sense, Carol holds educatio... ... middle of paper ... ...I think that I’m not the only member of my immediate family who feels this way. We’ve undergone a very long grieving process since the loss of Pa, who was a great man with whom we were all extremely close. Even Uncle Bubba, who lives in Texas, stopped coming down to visit us every summer after Pa’s death. Despite the undeniable amounts of anguish we have all felt, I think that it is only a matter of time before our grief gives way to gratitude toward God, and we once more become regular church-goers. My family definitely has its problems; that’s undisputable. Nevertheless, my parents and my grandparents (excluding the grandfather I’ve never met) have always done their best to implant a strong sense of morals, dedication, and integrity into the foundation of my very being. These are all things for which I will forever be grateful, and for which I will never forget.
This story is not long at all. It started off just being light, but I started having trouble, so he told me mother it was not safe for me here and I moved out. That’s really it there. I ended up moving back into my grandparents house in Sandusky for another year until my mother found a guy who offered her a job and a place to stay. He was really nice to me the first time I saw him, he was playing one of my favorite games. He treated my mother right and my right as well, helped me in school and even played games with me on the television. He used to let me win, saying how good I was. I know now that he was going easy on me and being friendly and I respect what he did. I realised the game later on. He was on the top Leaderboard online worldwide and he let me beat him which brought down his record. He didn’t mind at all, this is my current father in law and I do not think of him at all as my father in law. He is my true
Family, is yours problematic? No family is perfect, they all have problems. Some problems in the short story the “Persian Carpet” by Hanan Shaykh, were the conflicts between the mother and the father, the father and the kids, and between the mother and the daughter(protagonist/narrator). The “Persian Carpet” is a perfect story to observe the problems families go through.
In the result of her brother and father near death from a car wreck, my mother had to stay strong for all the siblings and family. The grief across the family was already bad enough and it wouldn’t have gotten better if it wasn’t for my mom getting mentally strong for everybody and keeping hope. It ended up her dad being fine but as for her brother it would've been a miracle if he lived due to the accident. After his rehabilitation and him getting better the family felt great but no one thought it could’ve gotten worse. Since the car was smashed her brothers head and left him with brain problems, Charles (her brother) forgot who the family was. The doctor and the whole family went through a long process of teaching Charles who they were. Eventually he remembered everything except for everything that had happened 2 years before the car crash. This was an experience that the family was not ready for at all and luckily my mom stayed strong for
Now that I am in the counseling program I have become aware of the dysfunctional family that I have grew up in. Growing up I remember my father was never around. There is a memory I will never forget it seems blurry but I remember my parents arguing and becoming angry. I went into a room and when I came out I saw my father’s hand bleeding. My mother was holding a kitchen knife and she had cut his hand. Since my father was hardly around we never had family trips or family time together. He would spend his weekends drinking or going out with his friends. I have another memory that stands out. I remember I was in the back seat of the car and my mom was dropping of my dad somewhere. They were arguing the whole way over there, once we got to the destination my dad got off and walked out. I can imagine this affected my mother as a woman because her needs were not being
My mother was born on April 11, 1970 the last of ten children; her mother was in and out of her life all during her adolescent years, as she struggled with drug addiction and prostitution. My mother lost both of her parents at age fifteen and had me when she was sixteen. She married at sixteen since my father was much older than her it was required otherwise; he would have gone to jail. The relationship that I want to talk about in this essay is the one of my mothers and mine. My mother struggled to raise me, we grew up together, since she was only a child herself when she had me, and most certainly had no portrayal of what a parent should be. We have had many vicissitudes throughout my life but I would say overall things are good now. I have learned from her and I am glad things are in a much better place.
In my early childhood my parents constantly tried to ensure my life was the best it could be. Though they tried as best they could they were still constantly hit with obstacles. These obstacles would be having to live in a total of seven different homes by the time I was age 7, struggled to provide financially and dealing with my dad being in and out of jail because of DUI’s. My Mother struggled to keep a job for more than a couple months and my dad was an irresponsible alcoholic. It wasn’t
To me, family is the most important thing in my life. They always encourage me to be the best I can be and nothing more. A quote that I think describes family to me is one by Alex Haley that states, “In every conceivable manner, the family is the link to our past, and bridge to our future.” Through the stories I hear from my mother and grandmother, I have a clear link to my families past and the generation of women that led to me. All the values these women held close to them throughout the years have led to the formation of myself and my values. Over the past three generations, the women in my family have overcome oppression. My mother, growing up in a time where women could never have aspirations to be CEO’s or politicians, somehow came out stronger. She saw what she didn’t want for her future, and jumped at the chance to start a new life in America. No single model of family life characterizes the American family, despite ideological beliefs to the contrary (Andersen). My family couldn’t be labeled an “Italian family” or an “American family.” We are a mix of the two cultures and ideologies, which is what makes us different. I am the first women in my mother’s family to be born and raised in America. My great grandmother had a complete different childhood and adolescence experience than I yet we still have a common cultural base. All her ideals were passed onto my grandmother, than all the down to me, a hundred years in the making to become who I am
My family has been very helpful during this journey called life. My parents support me
This stanza from Emmanuel di Pasquale's poem "Old Man Timochenko" portrays my grandfather well. My grandfather is a man of respect because he never gave up on life, not even when his friends and family were burned alive on a train traveling from East Punjab to West Punjab during the partition of India and Pakistan in 1947. He immediately understood that emigration from this Hindu dominant country to a Muslim state was important for his family's safety, faith, and future. My grandfather was nineteen years old when he moved from India's Punjab to Pakistan's Punjab; he was able to escape and obtain border passes from high authorities because his father was a wealthy landlord.
My grandmother was born at a time when the Japanese had invaded Korea. At those times girls were not considered to be very important and guys were valued. That has not changed a whole lot even today. Yet my grandma was an extraordinary women, she was the youngest girl in her family and her mother died when she was only five years old. She went to about third grade because Korea doesn't have a public school system and learned most of her reading and writing skills through her older sisters, who knew a little more than her. My grandma was a fast learner and was able to learn Korean and even Japanese quickly. Living under a very strict father she was not able to go farther than the front yard. She was often discouraged in learning stuff such as math, history, and reading and writing. Most of these stuff was often taught only to boys that could afford it. Girls were not taught anything but how to cook and clean. Regardless of her sex she desired for something better. She learned these basic skills independently and even exceeded in them. She loved reading books and read what she could find and she is the most intelligent person I know.
The effects of this event really hit our hearts and at that moment we went from never acknowledging God to being grateful every single day from that point on. After his recovery we all began going to church. It took sometime to get used to on my end but eventually it became something I truly valued in my life. Especially still having that thought of my dad not being alive and here with me made it that much easier to thank god everyday I had
When the word “family” is discussed, most people think of mothers, fathers, and other siblings. Some people think of grandparents, aunts, uncles, and even cousins and more on the pedigree tree. Without family in people's lives, they would not be the same people that they grew up to be today and in the future. When people hear the word family they think about, the ones who will help them in any way they can whether it’s money, support, advice, or anything to help them succeed in life. Family will forever be the backbone of support.
Have you ever been influenced by some important person that helped you be the person that you are today? I have been. The people that have had influence on me are the most important humans beings, my family. But before I begin talking about my family, I want to describe to you the place that we spend most of the time together which also means something important to me and my family. This place is called the family room. This room is small but cozy. It is painted in white and has three windows decorated with beautiful curtains. By the windows you can appreciate a nice view of some beautiful trees and a nice pool. On the walls there are some family photos like the ones that show where my brothers and I were born, my graduation photo, some family members photos like my grandparents, and some paintings made by one of my brothers. Also inside this room there is a nice home theater that includes a nice stereo and TV, and a new compact computer. But this is not all, this room has some very comfortable furniture and I can say that they are comfortable because I use them to watch TV, a movie, or just sit and rest. Also the furniture is used by my brothers to sit and play nitendo, to study, or play with the computer. But from all this furniture there is one chair that is the most cozy chair that I have ever sat upon and that is my father's chair. So this is our room, which is very important to us and has a lot of special things, but the most special part of this room is when it brings my family together.
My grandmother has always been my biggest supporter throughout my life. My Grandmother is my back bone; she is the reason why I am the person that I am today. Most people hear the word grandmother and expect to see older lady with possible white hair, standing in the kitchen cooking and baking, evening sewing. My grandmother is the exact opposite of those things, she is still employed full time, enjoys making jewelry and furniture. Although she is only five two she is very witted and outspoken she never bites her tongue and will always give her opinion even if you don’t ask for it. There is a softer side to her, she will give you her last and be a listening ear day or night. Like the saying goes “to know me is to love me” and believe me
My family is who I have socialized most with since they were the first ever people I interacted with. Family has had a large influence over who I am today because they are the people who I learned almost everything from (primary socialization). The reason I have such high morals and values is because of my family. By observing and taking from their behavior I was able to form my own values through nurture. Although they taught me a lot of beneficial things that make me a better person, I have also learned from some of my family members bad habits. My uncle always smoked around the kids, including myself, when I was younger and I never liked the smell and now I associate that memory with cigarettes and it makes me not have any desire to smoke whatsoever. I also had another uncle who went to jail a lot for selling drugs and other related things, and since I definitely did not want to end up in jail I now make smart decisions, and associate myself with people who benefit me. On the whole my family has made me a nobler person by both their good and bad