My mother has always stressed the importance of dedication and hard work. My family and the people that I have encountered have contributed greatly to my life. I want to take what I’ve learned and apply everything to my everyday life for the betterment of my future. The earliest memory of significance during my childhood was going through my parents’ divorce. It was the beginning of first grade and looking back, I had absolutely no idea what was going on when my parents sat down to sign legal documents with a divorce lawyer.
Growing up, my mother used to say your work and class experience are a critical component, but rewarding aspect of your life. My sister and I now understand how work experience allows you to learn, build and recognize knowledge, values and power persistent in the workplace. My middle-class family consisted of my mother, father, sister and I living in Kingston, Ontario. As the oldest child growing up in middle-class, there were challenges my sister faced. Majority of young females in our city wait eagerly for the day they can turn babysitting into cash.
We were both given unconditional love and we still get all that from my parents, we are in our mid and late forties. My sister and I grew up to be good people, hard working woman, which we learned from our parents and surrounding families. But I must say that the one thing I could have done without was all their fighting and although my mother denies it, there was domestic abuse which in some way affected us or at least me. There should be no domestic violence; no physical or verbal or mental abuse to have a functional healthy family. In some way, I feel that part of my childhood made me dysfunctional at least during my first marriage.
There were times when my parents spoiled me but I was always taught to be thankful of the things that I had and to not be so selfish. Having two other siblings helped me prevent the want of being selfish. I do not know what I would do without my family. My family is very inspiring because they show me all aspects on how I should live my life through their experiences like education, parenting, and work ethic. My family’s past experiences also teach me how to live my life the best way possible.
Throughout my life, I have learned patience through many people and situations. Patience is an important part of growing up and is still difficult for me. Although it is hard to be patient with others and myself, my grandmother, my siblings, and babysitting instilled patience in me. Patience is difficult to uphold, but my grandmother never loses her patience. She is an amazing woman who grew up helping to care for her fifteen brothers and sisters.
Going through the passing of her father at such a young age, has build up strength in my mom. She had to grow up quickly and learn to have strength and take care of others. Her strength has helped me as I grow up and become an adult. My mom's generosity, cooking for those who have had someone close to them pass away and giving up an hour of her day to spend time with God have shown me alot. Her generosity has shown me how great of a person she is and has made me strive to become a better person.
I had no idea Jaime felt the way he did. When someone talks about suicide I cringe; I get chills, and I just feel uncomfortable talking about it .Just remembering the night of December 22nd, the call we got from my aunt saying Jaime got into an “accident.” I thought he had broken a leg or arm because he really loved to skate board. The feeling I got when I heard he passed but never imagined why or how, i was overcome with grief, a sickness in my stomach. Every time Christmas comes around, it isn’t christmas for my family. I changed as a person because not only do.
My dad, a very loving, forgiving, and selfless man, had finally broken for the first time. My parents had never argued in front of us before the time that my mom had “lost” twenty dollars. My dad and mom argued for hours, my dad knowing that she had used the money to feed her neverending addiction. Me, being the naive, clueless child that I was, spent an hour walking around outside trying to find the twenty dollars that my mom “lost”. My mom was at least trying to hide her addiction from me and my brother then.
Rowland Reflection JournalRowland, RubyColorado Christian UniversitySession 1-Instructor Sarah WightmanJournal Rowland Reflection Journal2AroundJuly of 2017, after 18 years of marriage I divorced, I was devastated. My husband was not a bad man and had been raised a man of God but somewhere down the line alcohol won him over. He had an affair previously and I took him back as he promised he would seek help. After 7 years I realized that this was never going to happen, in fact it had worsened and his health and behaviors began to deteriorate. I was getting to the point to where it consumed me with worry about his health and my/our future and frankly I just didn’t want to be around him when he was like that.
I would sit up at night crying missing my looking out the window for her but nothing. She would buy me gifts but my dad would destroy them infront of me and bad mouth her. During all of this is when i found my first love she was my escape from my broken home someone i could just go hang out with and forget it all. She lived a block away from me and we became super close and ended up dating and she was my first but of course my luck i was cheated on and she broke my heart. I wasnt smart about it i continued to talk to her and mess around with her and it took a toll on me and i completely changed i didnt want to go outside i just wanted to stay in where i couldnt be hurt.