It All Started with Rollerblade Nights Almost every Saturday night my siblings and I would get so excited, because we knew we would be going rollerblading soon. This wasn’t the traditional rollerblading at a rink, but rather at our church while we were helping our parents set up for service the next morning. We would pulled into the dark church, run inside, turn on the lights, and get our skates on as quick as possible. My siblings and I with sweat running down our faces would race to see who could deliver the most stuff to the children’s rooms first. Sometimes papers would go flying through the air as we raced past one another. I remember hearing my mom say, “Slow Down! Someone is going to fall,” as she was trying to work and the smell of …show more content…
This quote has really defined the legacy that has been given to me and that I hope to continue. Character is something that can be defined many ways too many people. The characteristics of a character that holds a legacy in my life is to love and spend time with family, serve others, and work hard. This legacy was given to me not only from my parents and grandparents, but also my great grandparents. My great grandma left an excellent legacy of the importance of spending time with family near and far. When my great grandma was alive she always did her best to gather the whole family every other year for a big thanksgiving feast. After my great grandma pasted, she left a fund for the family to use when we are all together. This was her way of making sure that even when she was gone that the family still came together to create fun times and memories. My grandparents have also done a great job of passing a legacy of the importance of family. My grandparents have always made an effort to do one family trip each year together, along with spending holidays together. These family trips have really created multiple memories that I will remember forever. The importance of family didn’t stop with them though, it continued to my parents who constantly stress the importance of family …show more content…
My parents always stressed the importance for working for what I wanted and working hard towards a goal. Several times I remember complaining and being really irritated with them for not buying me a new phone or a new toy that my friend’s parents got them. I can remember arguing over paying for my cell phone bill or clothes, but now when I stop to really think about it I’m very grateful to them for raising me this way. Now as a seventeen year old paying car insurance, my phone bill, clothes, and all other extra expenses, I have learned the importance of working hard and responsibility for myself. Not only have I learned it from doing it myself, but also watching my parents the past seventeen years work hard to give my siblings and me the best life the best life they
I was raised in an encouraging household where both of my parents greatly valued education. Although they were high school graduates, neither could afford to attend college; a combination of family and financial woes ultimately halted their path. As a result, my parents frequently reminded me that getting a good education meant better opportunities for my future. To my parents, that seemed to be the overarching goal: a better life for me than the one they had. My parents wanted me to excel and supported me financially and emotionally of which the former was something their parents were not able to provide. Their desire to facilitate a change in my destiny is one of many essential events that contributed to my world view.
Living with my parents wasn’t ideal for me in high school, but quite frankly, it saved me a lot of time and money. My parents, Andrew and Sherrie Lejcher allowed me to live at home free of charge. Each month they paid the utility bill, allowed me to eat their food and picked up anything that I needed upon my request free of charge. While going to high school and living at home, I didn’t need to worry about putting together a budget since everything was being paid for by my parents. Since everything was paid for by my parents, I had the freedom to go out and spend money. My friends and I would often go to movies, out of town parties and restaurants such as Perkins, Buffalo Wild Wings or even China Star. When I lived at my parents, I had limited responsibilities around the house and were fairly easy to complete in a timely fashion. Each weekend I had the duties of cleaning up dog feces, vacuuming the basement, cleaning the bathrooms and making sure my room was in line. Although the list of chores were easy, they had to be done right each and every time, otherwise my father would get upset and make me complete hard labor such as stacking wood, weeding out the garden and stacking cement blocks in hope of building an effective retaining wall. I went to Pine Island High School here in Minnesota and the teachers there rarely gave out assignments over the
My parents have always supported me in everything I have done. They have given up so much of their time to come and support me in every aspect of my life. They never missed a race, volleyball, basketball, or tennis game. I could always count on both my mom and dad to be in the stands cheering me on. There was no better feeling in the world than knowing that they were going to be there no matter how far away, or what the weather was going to be like. My favorite memory of my parents’ dedication to watching me was when I played at the state tennis meet in College Station, Texas. My partner and I were supposed to start our first match at twelve o’clock in the afternoon, but there was a rain delay that lasted fourteen hours. We did not start playing until two o’clock in the morning, and they were there for it all. My dad even stayed knowing he had to be in Arlington, Texas at six o’clock the same morning for an important meeting with his boss.
My parents have always pushed me to be better than they were. They knew that if I wanted to be successful I needed to go to college. In highschool, they always made me put my education before anything else. My parents didn’t go to college so they would always tell me to not make that mistake because their lives could have been easier if they would of just invested a few more years into their education. They would also tell me about all the opportunities that missed out on because they decided not to further their education.
At a young age parents already have certain expectations for their kids that they hope will play out like they imagine. Growing up, my parents were always lenient with my grades. The only thing that they would have an issue with was if I brought home an “F.” I can’t say that was a bad way of parenting, but the fact that they didn’t push me hard enough to want to make an “A” wasn’t good either. I always wondered what life would be like if I had parents that constantly were on my back about grades, and just my school work in general. My parents methods for raising me helped me to find that inner motivation that always got me get through every obstacle I faced. I believe when you go as far as removing all barriers from your child’s path, it enables them to grow mentally and develo...
My parents are two of the most hardworking people I know. Although a college dropout, my father is now an engineer at the Boeing Company, while my mother ran a well-known daycare until I started high school. My parents had decided to homeschool my three siblings and me a little after I was born, and to do so, they had no qualms about sacrificing time, money, or respect. When I entered ninth grade, my parents chose to close my mother’s daycare to better homeschool my siblings and me, which meant my father had to then single-handedly support our family of six.
My parents always encouraged me to strive for the best, so when they noticed my mediocre grades and lack of motivation in high school they were not happy with me and always reminded me to be grateful for the opportunities in front of me. Imagine the “when I was your age…” speech on steroids. Truth is I was unmotivated; no subject sparked my interest and the only subject that I had some remote interest in was medicine/healthcare. So when my senior year rolled
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
My parents have this perfect life for me pictured in their heads, and the first thing they see me doing is going to college. They expect the best of me, and so by going to college, I will not only have fulfilled their goals for me, but I will have accomplished one of the goals I have set for myself. In our culture, when parents come to the age where they can’t support themselves, it is the duty of the children to look after them.
One memory that comes to mind belongs to a day of no particular importance. It was late in the fall in Merced, California on the playground of my old elementary school; an overcast day with the wind blowing strong. I stood on the blacktop, pulling my hoodie over my ears. The wind was causing miniature tornados; we called them “dirt devils”, to swarm around me. I stood there, watching the leaves kick up and then settle. My friends called me over to the wooden playground surrounded by a sea of mulch chips. The bridge squeaked furiously under our weight. An unannounced game of tag started and we found ourselves weaving in and out of the wooden fortress and the trees that surrounded it. My shoe became untied and I took a time out to tie it with a method that no one uses here. We heard an adult voice; it was time to go in. We lined up single file, supposedly in alphabetical order but no one ever does. I liked that, I never liked being in the back. While waiting for everyone to line up, I looked up at the trees that line the walkway.
Growing up my mom and dad always showed us unconditional love. They shaped us to learn the right from the wrong and the importance of education. They related the troubles we experienced in America theirs in South America and how education primarily is the root to being successful in America. My dad would always say “we never had the opportunities you all have in America so don’t let it slip away”. Besides education, they taught us that money is easier spent then earned so to value a dollar. The upbringing in life that they had was very hard living and all the struggles they experience moving to a new country just to provide a better living environment for their kids. In their country beating your kids was known to put way word kids straight. My brother and I can contest to those beating but it made us into good kids. We didn’t give into the peer pressure of other kids in school and we learned to walk away from trouble instead of fighting. Don’t get me wrong, we weren’t angels but we stayed out of the ways of trouble. I commend my parents for the person I’ve become and the independence they instilled in my life today. I’ve used the knowledge to shape the person I want to be and some day the mother I want to be for my kids. My parents brought me up with the foundation of kindness, humbleness, and understand with a strong spiritual Christian background. Their parenting styles
Our parents work hard to get us where we are today. Due to the fact that my parents had lack of education and there English wasn 't that good they wasn’t able to get a job that was more relaxing. Though they work in company only they were able to earn enough to raise all of us. Through nurture, now that I’m older I don’t exactly see all the struggles that my parent had gone through to raise me, but I do see and understand more about the struggles. Their love for us, nothing can compare to it. Seeing what my parents had gone through and how hard they have work inspired me to work hard, go to school get a good job so in the future they can depend on me and just rest.
I grew up having more than the average kid. My parents bought me nice clothes, stereos, Nintendo games, mostly everything I needed and wanted. They supported me in everything I did. At that point in my life I was very involved with figure skating. I never cared how much of our money it took, or how much of my parents' time it occupied, all I thought about was the shiny new ice skates and frilly outfits I wanted. Along with my involvement in soccer, the two sports took most of my parents' time, and a good portion of their money. Growing up with such luxuries I began to take things for granted. I expected things, rather than being thankful for what I had and disregarded my parent's wishes, thinking only of myself. Apparently my parents recognized my behavior and began limiting my privileges. When I didn't get what I wanted I got upset and mad at my parents somehow blaming them for all my problems. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't a bad kid, I just didn't know how else to act. I had never been exposed to anything less than what I had and didn't realize how good I had it.
Many people have a stage in their life when they stop for a moment and think “what am I here to do?”. For me that stage in life had arrived a long time ago. I was about fourteen years old, I felt alone, I felt scared, but most of all I felt useless I didn't know in what direction my life was going. I kept asking the Lord to show me, to lead me to what he wants me do to and to shape me into who he wants me to be. When I say purpose most people think about the career I want to have, while having a career is important to me. I feel like that still doesn't complete my purpose. I want to do more for us, for humanity, for our future. I believe my ultimate purpose in life is to help people in need of attention and affection. I think that the Lord has put me through difficult obstacles in life so that I could help the people that went through or are going through the same things that I have left in my past. My motivation for doing this is first of all is knowing that this is what God wants me to do, and knowing that he is blessing me. And then of course is helping the people, seeing their smiles and telling them that they are not alone and that I understand them. And will help them with whatever I can. What I do to achieve my purpose is that I go to many centers, and meet people, mostly children that have been through any kind of abuse.
Growing up, my parents, they always told me keep my grades up, to never put important things aside. They said learn from them, they had my oldest sister at a young age and they were not able to graduate or go back to continue educating them self. They struggle for so long, from buying themselves clothes, to paying the mortgage. Always put school first, work on myself to have the life I want when I am older, my parents said. Saying that, I believe; all the money I am spending, sacrifices I am making, skills I am gaining, and being able to say I fulfilled my goal will be worth it in about seven years for me.