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Parents’ expectations shape the life of their children. These expectations affect the children psychologically, behaviorally, and socially. When they are too high, they build up pressure on the kids, sometimes leading them to feeling displeased with themselves and even to depression. When they are too low, this may lead to the children not achieving their full potential with the lack of encouragement and support. As for me, my parents’ expectations were always high, encouraging me to always do my best, supporting me in every aspect of my life, but with always meeting their expectations throughout the years, more and more expectations were built up and which needed to be maintained.
I was an only child for six years before my first sister came. Throughout these years, all the attention was focused on me. My parents wanted me to be the best kid in the crowd, the best between my friends, the best in school, and eventually the best in everything. Before the time I reached first grade, my mother had taught me how to read and write properly. As my first sister came, the attention never ceased to revolve around me especially that I was in school now. My mother used to read with me every story, study with me every for every subject, and stay with me until I wrote all of my homework. She had me raised up to her standards so well that I even became a perfectionist. Papers on my notebooks used to become so thin and faded away because of my constant erasing of the word if it was not properly written in the best handwriting. My father was always a great support alongside my mother. He did not pressure me as much as my mother did. He was always an encouragement to me when I did something wrong, trying to soothe situations out when my mother w...
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...ghest grades due to the large amount of money they are spending on me and their expectations of me being a high achiever. But I know all of this was done to make me happy at the end.
Not every person can live up to their parents expectations, but I will always be thankful to my parents for this. Their high expectations have molded me throughout my years to be the best person I can possibly be and will continue to be. They have taught me the right thing from the wrong, and even now when they get disappointed in something, they don’t try to bring me down but on the contrary, they try to comfort me and even sometimes tell me that I do not always have to live up to my own very high expectations of myself. I will forever be thankful to my parents, for I would not be the person I am today without them. Seeing them happy and proud makes me the happiest person in the world.
Parents’ educations have an influence on children in many different ways, although the parents’ expectation can affect children as well. Kean illustrated if parents expect high achievement, then it predicts better chance for achievement for their children (Kean, 2005). Moreover, sometimes parents’ expectation showed how
Children are expected to live up to the expectation(s) set by their parents and or relatives in numerous families. Often times, these expectations are portrayed as being achievable because of the fact their relatives had been able to complete the tasks laid before them in the past. Being able to complete and meet these expectations, causes the child to be seen and regarded as honorable by not only their family but by society. Unsurprisingly, life does not always go as intended. These expectations can drive the child to lengths they have never been or reached before in order to keep up and not fail.
I chose to write about Only Daughter by Sandra Cisneros because I am the only daughter of three children. Therefore, I can relate to this essay because I constantly strive to make my father proud in everything that I do, along with feeling as though I am alone and not understood by my family. My father is constantly in the back of my mind so whatever I do revolves around how I know he would feel about it. Due to this I am more studious when it comes to my education because I know that he will be more supportive the better that I do. Without my dad I would not have come this far in what I have accomplished because I would not have had to prove myself to anyone. Being the first born and the only girl, my parents and family many times do not know how to handle how I feel or what I enjoy because I am more studious out of my entire family. Because of this I
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
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A small bit of historical information is in order to set the tone for this presentation. I was raised, as most young boys are, learning to read, write, and the other necessary evils of elementary education. My father was finally discharged from the U.S. Army Air Corp. and World War II, where he had been a Lt. Col., and taught the use of the Norden Bombsight to bombardiers and crews of the time. My early years were basically fun years, as I learned how to fish, shoot, hunt, about dogs, cats, and toys…many, many, toys. My mother believed in spoiling me, since I was the only child, and for eight years, I was the only object of me parents’ attention. In 1958, however, that situation changed forever, with the birth of my little brother, and three years later, my little sister arrived. These two events, little did I realize, would have a profound effect on my life. They would alter the way I felt about life, contribute to changes in my personality, and most of all, formed the basis for my later life in general, including my chosen profession.
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First I’m going to talk about how this lie affects relationships between adults and teenagers. Here’s the problem; adults don’t expect enough out of teenagers today. When I was doing research for this speech, I came across the website parentingteens.com. This website popped up first on Google, so it must by good. Right? WRONG! I went to the “setting up expectations” section by author, Denise Witmer. The list of expectations is pathetic! For pre and young teens, the expectations are making your bed everyday, being able to take a phone message, and cleaning your room once a week with help from Mom and Dad. (parentingteens.com) There is a warning at the top of this list saying that these expectations might be overwhelming and too much for your teen, so just pick one to start with! The li...
In depth analysis has revealed the structure of people and who they grow up to be. Whether the parenting style is prosperous or poor, it has significant impacts on how one sees the world, how one sees themself and has influence on one's levels of achievement throughout a lifetime. Until the child can recognize their own ability and goals, parenting style is the largest determining factor in the child's success in social and academic circumstances. Children are the final product, or a reflection of culture and a family's values. No matter what events or people cause turmoil in a child's life, the true impact of the negative outside forces lays in the parents hands. If the child is raised correctly, negativity will not take a toll on them as opposed to a child raised in a 'broken home.'
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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.
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