I faced adversity when my parents divorced. I didn’t tolerate my father’s actions, only because I didn’t quite understand why he treated us the way he did. My mom is the overbearing type. She’s constantly worrying and nagging about our health and safety, while he’s the opposite. Whenever my brothers and I were sick, my mom would remind him to give us medicine, but he never gave it to us. He believed we’d recuperate on our own. She’d explicitly give me directions on how to take my medicine because, what if I took an overdose or gave my brothers one? She trusted herself in me, which gave me no choice but to mature and transition from being a child to an adult. As the role became prominent, I started caring for my brothers in a motherly way. I remember changing my brothers’ diapers, and I was only a kindergartner. I remember bathing and cooking for them. I’d help them with their homework, encourage them to do well in school, worry about their grades and future. Mom had a lot on her plate. Nonetheless, I was more than a sister to them, but sometimes I wish I wasn’t. I was ten. I didn’t want such responsibility. …show more content…
I pondered to myself as to how my life turned out the way it did. I wished I didn’t have the responsibility to fill out court papers, to help pay rent, to discuss to insurance companies, to make doctor appointments, to worry about financial stability, to do all these things my mom should. I wanted a childhood with nothing to worry about other than what to eat for breakfast, what to wear the next morning, and what to color the sky. My mom needed someone to rely on and lean on when there were hardships. I had to mature and transition from being a child to an adult at an early
For example, when I was younger my father told me that I would never be smart enough to attend college and that I might as well not even try to apply. For most of my life, this has caused me to think I would never be smart enough to graduate from high school or attend college. Eventually, I overcame this fear when I graduated high school and was accepted into college. I also had to learn not to take things personally from my father because the things that he said about me were not true. If I kept listening to him, I would always find myself hurt by the things he says. I began to realize that I had a problem with taking things personally, and I realized this even more after conducting some personal interviews about the Four
Standing in the front of the mirror every day, people see themselves gradually become an adult from a little boy or a little girl. In “Childhood Dreams”, Jennifer Yee describes a story that her father and she used to spend a lot of happy time in the amusement park together, riding carousels and so on, but now she felt lost and uncertain about her life. The reason why the author felt she was smothered by the real world was probably because she found out that as growing older, life became more complex, and she did not have as much time as she used to have to enjoy life in the childhood, and therefore felt quite depressed about the way she was.
We hear the expression “I wish I was your age again” from our parents all the time. Some young people ask themselves why their parents would even say this, as adults have so much freedom in terms of what they get to do. From teens’ perspective, we see being an adult as doing whatever we want, whenever we want without anyone telling us, “no.” That is not the case. From adults’ perspective, they see being a kid as not being bound by the chains of reality. The chains of reality being the actions of them having to go to work everyday, or even clean the house.There are no chains to imagination, a kids imagination is something that can shape and change. Then we realize that we stop using our imagination and then as we grow up, we start to realize the significance of that expression.Death is inevitable and we should always appreciate the good things in life. In the piece, “Once More To The Lake”, E.B
I am not sure who began to become more distant and difficult, but eventually the tension escalated to a point where I did not speak to him for a period of six months. There may have been comments made in passing but nothing related to how a father and daughter should be speaking. I began to believe that it was because he did not truly love me or at least did not want to be around me anymore, which led to a time of darkness in my life. It even affected me enough to cause me to not trust anyone anymore, because of the fear of being hurt. Slowly I began to see how this relationship was affecting others in my life. My mother especially had a hard time dealing with the solitude that I was feeling. One day I decided that enough was enough and I sat down and talked it out with him. Although I still have a hard time talking about this period of my life, my relationship with my father has improved immensely. Improving this relationship has helped me to open myself up to others as well. I still have work to be done in regards to my trust issues, but I am closer than I have been in years. The message I learned during this experience is to not allow anyone to cause me to feel unloved, as well as to always communicate when there is a problem. Besides this arrow, there are more in my life that have also impacted me in various
As a child, I spent a lot of time with my parents – especially my mother. While I was in elementary school she chose to dedicate an hour of her night to help me with my homework if I needed the assistance. There were plenty of times when I chose to spend time with her simply because I enjoyed he...
My parents got married on July 24, 2009. “We had the feeling, as children, that we played in a mine field, where a headless footfall could trigger an explosion” (90). My brother and I definitely felt like we were in a minefield when our parents were together. When they were not sober the littlest things would set them off. The poison that they both consumed was not their only motivation to fight. Their marriage was cursed by 17 previous years of cheating, recklessness and the urge of revenge. The Marriage failed to last one year. My father also found a new girlfriend, and eventually wife, not even three days after my mom and him split
My mother was always stuck watching and taking care of her younger siblings. Sometimes she would get in trouble for not making sure they stayed out of trouble. Not having her own privacy was common for her, since they lived in a...
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
This is something that occurred over ten years ago but it still plagues me to this day. One moment I thought that we had a perfect family unit. Everyone was happy and everyone got along great. Then, the next thing I knew, my parents were in court everyday trying to get custody of my older sister and myself. This left me hurt and confused. The worst part was after the divorce was over. My father got custody of us- which I preferred because it meant I didn’t have to move away and I didn’t have to live with my mother’s new boyfriend (her boyfriend while she was married). My mother got visitation rights two days of the week and every Sunday. So, instead of seeing my mother everyday when she would come home from work and having her tuck me in at
My sister and I would often play or hangout with them but my mother was very strict with these visits and would only let us hangout once maybe twice a week. Despite this however life was good to me, I had good friends, lived in a nice house across the street from my elementary school.
I don't have a lot of fantastic memories of childhood. There were no spectacular family adventures, no unique family projects that taught some sort of moral lesson, no out-of-the-ordinary holidays. We ate family meals together, but most of the time the children and adults lived in different worlds. The kids went to school, did homework, and played; the adults worked. I was lucky, though. When I wanted a little of both worlds, I could always turn to Grandpa.
While talking to my mom, my dad said, “I think our time here is coming to a terminus.” Overhearing this statement startled me. Although I was incognizant of the plot of this conversation, I hypothesized that some significant change was going to occur in a family’s life. Later, I went into my mom’s room to inquire about their discussion. Unable to digest the most unanticipated and shocking answer in my life, a surge of questions streamed through my head: Why did we migrate from the US to India initially?
As I grew up throughout my childhood I accepted the word “no” from my parents with blatant frustration. I grew up in a well off home and never had to worry about where I will spend the night or if I will be able to eat that night, I used to never be as thankful as I should have for those reasons. Thoughts constantly ran rampant through my head of, “Mommy and daddy have so much money why can’t I have this!” I never grasped the fact of if my parents could provide me with a certain luxury that I did not need but wanted, why they did not. As a child I saw all the kids around me with many luxuries I desired but could not have as my parents refused, although I was completely unaware of their own financial status as a kid I could only look at everyone
Tears streamed down my sunken cheeks as I thought about what led up to this moment in my life. If only i'd listen to Mother, I frowned. She must be so worried about, I thought feeling guilt and shame wash over me. It was my fault I was in this predicament. I should've listened to mother, but now it was to late to feel sorry for my actions. Now I sat trapped in this lavish environment that should feel like paradise, but only causes me to cry and sigh more. I just want my life back, my mind silently whispered, going back to the day it all started.
My mother was a god to me in those days, and in my eyes she could do no wrong. I think she understood this, and in turn she lavished attention on me like I was a princess in my own little world whose wishes were to be carried out no matter the cost. We were close, too, and not a day went by when I did not divulge some sort of secret knowledge to my mom.