Personal Narrative Essay: The Influence Of Parenthood

“Milton I have something to tell you.” she said.
“Yes, Kimberly what is it?” he said.
“We are expecting a baby girl!” she replied.
“Really, wow this is great! What do you think she will be like? What should we name her?” he said.
“Jasmine, we should name her Jasmine.” Kimberly ended.
On March 3, 1994, I entered the world a healthy baby girl. Waiting to welcome me home was my mixed family, two brothers and an older sister. Home and settled into their routine, reality hit my parents; they were now responsible for four little humans. The feeling of excitement was then replaced with anxiety, leaving them to contemplate a difficult decision…parenthood. Kimberly and Milton made a decision that would forever shape our lives; they gave up their rights as parents. Having struggled to raise three kids, the reality of having four, became too big of a burden to bear. My mother struggled with addiction, and my father was a blue-collar worker who never made ends meet. In all honesty, I am unaware of my parent’s reaction to the news of being pregnant with a fourth child, and I am not exactly sure what the deciding factor for relinquishing their rights was. What I do know, are the results. My parent’s absence has

I lived with my Aunts during the week and my grandmother on the weekends. My grandmother lived in the inner city and my aunts wanted me to have a chance at a better education. So, they moved me to a new school district. It was a new environment, I was excited! New school, teachers, and friends. Opportunity was everywhere. The change was great, but it highlighted something I never noticed, I was different. My life was not like my friends, most were raised by parents, both or at least one. I on the other hand was the product of a village. That village is what gave me the strength to go into school each day, head high, eager to learn, and determined to