In the novel The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls, Rex and Rosemary Walls exemplify uninvolved parenting. Kendra Cherry author of “The Four Styles of Parenting” discusses how uninvolved parents tend to neglect the children and their needs. “When we tried to help him he cursed and lurched at us swinging his fist” (122). Rex practically avoids the kids and neglects any sort of help although he was in need and he also almost ended up hitting one of the kids. Another thing Cherry talks about is that uninvolved parents are detached from their children’s lives.
I agree with your statement that each individual is unique in their own ways based upon his or her own characteristic traits, their origin, and the personal experiences that shaped who they are. Even with different perspectives of life, one would always belong to his or her ancestors because that 's where the family line started. I also like how you said that all immigrants who goes through Americanization are still a part of their ancestors and relatives. No matter how far one is from his or her family, the family connection would always remain. In my personally life, both of my parent are immigrants but became American citizens soon after.
Have you ever heard of the “Ung” family? My family history lies in the Ung family. The Ung family originated from Asia in the country of Cambodia. My dad was the first of the Ung family to make his way to America in 1986. My parents had many challenges for this new transition to moving to America.
After my parents told me about a woman who came to them to talk about something I had done, I realized that being different isn 't necessarily a bad thing. So I am what is termed a TCK, a third-culture kid, which means that I grew up in between two cultures which melded together to form a unique culture of my own. This third culture can make it difficult people who don 't have experience with TCKs to understand me and there have been instances where being a TCK has gotten me into trouble. So we were at Chick-fil-A,
It was a payment for a car insurance bill. My dad asked me to make a phone call to the company to ask about liability costs. He wanted to understand why the price was high, because unfortunately we couldn 't afford it. At the time, I was only ten and had no idea what liability meant, but six years away from legal driving age, I was being asked to understand the legalities of car insurance. He expected me to understand complex vocabulary and concepts because I was in school.
My identity was formed by watching my parents over the years. Over ten years ago we immigrated to the united states, none of us spoke english. My parents had a me, a four year old and my sister who was a few months old so life was hard. The first few years we were in the United States my parents worked very hard to be independent from government assistance. Both of them worked full time jobs, while trying to go to community college.
Go on a missions Trip- Going on a mission trip is on my bucket list because I believe that it changes your perspective on how you see the world. You don’t realize all the things you take for granted but when you see it first hand you realize how good you actually have it. Going on a mission trip is an experience of a lifetime and not something that everyone gets to do or even wanted to do but it’s definitely something I really want to do.
About 20 years ago my parents came to the United States from Mexico in order to give their children a better life. As I near the end of my high school career I realize now that what they wanted for my siblings and I was a fresh start from poverty and the opportunity to a higher education. While my family and I have faced numerous hardships in the past few years, we have found ways to overcome them and make the best of what we do have. Currently, I live in a single-parent household with a younger sibling.
Parents have an enormous influence on the way their child acts, thinks and is perceived by others, and if there is anyone who is doubtful of this- I am walking proof. The two people who raised me have molded me into the person that I am and will be. From a young age, children become aware of seemingly little things that stay with them whether they like it or not. In my case, I wondered about how my parents could not attend my concerts like all my friends’ parents could, or how they were not able to help me with my homework. I was always jealous of others who did not have these thoughts stuck in their head- just as the thought of a stalled task clings to the mind, only coming forth when it starts to be forgotten.
“So, if you just came from Pakistan, how can you speak English?” My friend asked me, with her eyebrows raised. It’s a question I get asked every time I shyly introduce myself to someone. A surprised look that I have seen far too many times. Yet, I feel unable to give an answer to those who automatically stereotype me as an ignorant, solely based on my heritage.