Personal Narrative-My Relationship With My Family

My relationship with my family has always been one of love. In many ways, my parents were very traditional in the sense that my mom was the dominant caregiver while my dad worked to provide for us. He supported us, made important decisions, and fixed anything that was broken. Mom was always the household worker. She made our lunches, did the dishes, and washed our laundry. She was more openly loving towards us children. My dad, although never as direct, demonstrated love for us in his own way. I love the relationship I have with my mom. She is understanding, caring, and loves the Catholic faith, which is something I identify with. It is easy to go to her with questions or for seeking advice. She will always respond to my immaturity with compassion

Ben, my only brother and the only one older than me, is my best friend. I grew up following in his footsteps because I looked up to him. He did everything that I wanted to do because I wanted to be like him. When we were in grade school, we would go outside and spend the whole night riding our bikes, building a dam, going sledding, exploring the forests, or ding-dong ditching. As we grew up our perspectives of life began to change. I’m not exactly sure what the differences are but we just don’t click the same way anymore. Perhaps it’s the fact that I’m no longer mindlessly following him in everything he does. Either way, Ben will forever be my true best friend, he’s the one I can go to for everything because we love each other. My younger sister, Rachel, is only a year below me in school. She and I have an interesting friendship because it’s not that deep. I can talk to her about personal things but if she were not my sister, I probably would not talk to her at all. In some ways, our differences make us even better because we learn to love that which we are not. The sister younger than Rachel is Joanna. She is the one I’m farthest away from. She is an awesome sister and makes me laugh very often. However, she is also the negative sister. She tends to get upset over the most unimportant things. My youngest sister, Izzy, is my favorite. I think because she has blue eyes like me I immediately became

One of the most amazing of which is when I went to Philmont Scout Ranch in New Mexico in the Summer of 2017. I, along with 6 other crew members, backpacked in the Rocky Mountains for 10 days with no idea what we were getting into. The trip was a mixture of wild and peaceful. Wild because I took every opportunity to participate in activities I wouldn’t normally; peaceful because I often reflected on the beauty in nature. I had so much time to think, whether it be when I was walking, climbing, cooking, or trying to fall asleep, I constantly had the chance to consider my life. I’d ask myself “How it is that loving creation is loving God?” And also “How can I love God except through his creation?” These questions dwelled deep within me and made me realize that God shouldn’t remain only in my home parish, but that I should take him everywhere I go. No matter the circumstances, God has a place in all parts of my