My family... What can I say? I want to legally change my name to Torres. The same name as my mom She’s the one who raised me Since I was a baby. I am a Torres by heart My name is Alyssa Rodriguez I have no dad and I thank God for that. He was the one who was supposed to protect me but he's the one who hurt me the most I never felt pain until my left again. As a Torres we ride together we die together! One jumps we all jump! I was hurt every day since I was 4. My dad cheated on my mom At 4 my parents finally got divorced She left him for the better. I didn't see my dad for 2 straight years, I was okay with that i was happy but confused. It was just the three of us Me big sister and my mom that's all i had I didn't need anything else.
At 6 I started to see my dad again, It was okay… I would go over and get judged for dressing a certain way. For not being girly enough, being too tomboy for being me. I thought that was normal and okay, But its not!
Barbara Katz Rothman, professor of sociology, once said "Birth is not only about making babies. Birth is about making mothers strong, competent, capable mothers who trust themselves and know their inner strength." This illustrates clearly the symbol of the mothers in this society. This symbol could also shape people’s thinking about mothers. I totally agree with her assessment. For instance, I believe that everyone is using his or her own symbols during social interaction, such as languages, gestures and other sign language. In another way, this is called symbolic interactionism.
They were married like 2 months after we me but didn 't live together for the first year. They had some issues because of the rash that they had in their marriage. in few month, he enlisted in the army behind her back and this was a huge issue and problem for us. After that she finally moved in with him and a month later he left for basic training while he was gone. she screwed up big time. She was an emotional wreck and slept with this guy,obviously it made everything worse for her in some ways but really helped me wake up. And she realized that she had a good man and was trying to make a better life for our family. She found out she was pregnant too So she really turned my life around and was trying to live for God and my family. Her ex and her relationship really grew and when he got back we were doing great and had the baby. But within a few months later we started going through this huge spiritual battle which led to me confessing she had cheated while he was gone. Which literally tore him apart understandably. she was so frustrated tho cuz he knew she had changed so much everyone knew..they could see it in my eyes. Well he turned away from God and began an affair with who I thought was my "best friend" it was so crazy. So we really went thru a lot. We were working on our marriage and he moved 4 hours away for school and like the next day
A family is a group of people who love, respect, and help one another no matter the circumstances. Family members are not confined to people you are related to or have married; they can include friends, acquaintances, etc. In this second paragraph on page 283, Howard states, “If our relatives are not, do not wish to be, or for whatever reason cannot be our friends, then by some complex alchemy we must try to transform our friends into our relatives.” This shows that blood relatives should come first in the matter or family, but there are circumstances in which this is untrue. For example, there are several family members that my immediate family, consisting of my mother, father, and myself, no longer associate with, nor do we plan to. My aunt (my mother’s sister) recently started heavily drinking alcohol again. This causes her to become volatile and vicious, and consequently takes it out on everyone who tries to assist her. She began to yell at my mother for no reason and called her a plethora of rude names accompanied by several cuss words. I found out about this rampage on my own and wanted to make her realize what she was doing was wrong, so I told her that she had no right to call my mom any of these names. We got into a bit of an argument, and she took it all out on my mother yet again. My uncle heard of this news and took my aunt’s side, fully understanding the entire story. Needless to say, we refrain from speaking to them for fear of them causing more drama. As Howard suggested, we have made friends with our neighbors and have adapted them into fitting in with our definition of family. We love them, we respect them, and we help them on a daily basis.
The middle name that appears on my birth certificate is Cristina and I’m quite fond of my middle name because to me the name sounds utterly cheerful and friendly. Maria and Cristina complement each other. Many people when I tell them how my middle name is spelled they tend to believe my mom made a mistake and spelled my name incorrectly. The truth is she meant to spell it like that not because she decided to be slightly unique and spell my name without the letter h but because she decided to commemorate someone or something.
I believe that we all have a special hero in our lives that inspires us, but maybe we don’t always know who that person is. It’s the little, unnoticed things that they do that have the most critical effect in our lives. The person I chose was my mom because she inspires like no other person does. My mom, who is forty-eight years old, has brown hair, brown eyes and the nicest smile that can make anyone’s day brighter. She always tells me that she loves me and that she would anything for me. My mom, Carol Busse, is the person that inspires me most because she always tells me do the right thing and that I should never give up.
After reading different articles and learning more about African American culture, it made me want to find out more about my own family culture. There are different traditions that are pasted down in generations, which could have been a part of African culture that we don’t realize such as parenting styles. I don’t remember hearing too many stories about my past relatives growing up, so I had to find out more on my family experiences in the south. Also, I wanted to see how spirituality played a roll in my family choices. My goal in this paper is to show how I got a better understanding of the reason my family could be structured the way it is now.
Growing up in a big family has taught me so many things... One, to never take things for granted and two, you always have someone to rely on and always have fun with. Being the youngest sibling and youngest cousin, i’ve gotten to hear so many of their life changing experiences, and the one that has had the biggest impact is TWB. My older cousin Whitney Miller went on TWB in 2001 where she met her husband John Miller. My other cousin Zach went in 2008, and my uncle John Ellington was counselor for 2 years. Getting to hear the different stories and perspectives of their journey on TWB has made me wish to have the life changing experiences they still continue to talk about. I go to school at Community School of Davidson and I have since kindergarten.
Since I was born until the day I turned fifteen, I was raised by my mom. My dad could not be with me during my childhood because he was in the United States. My dad just visited us two weeks per year because he had to be back in U.S. to work. I did not have a childhood as others who were raised by both parents. I did not have the opportunity of spending at least one of my birthdays with my dad. I remember I saw fathers driving my friends to the school. In my case it was my mom who drove me. During that time my mom was mom and dad at the same time .One day my life changed completely . In 2012 when I was fiteen year old, after spending my entire childhood in MIchoacan, Mexico. My dad thinking about our future, he made a hard decision of bringing
I never would have imagined feeling like an outsider in my own home. Unfortunately I wouldn’t even go as far as considering my current home as “my home.” I live in a house with eight people and two dogs and for some, that might not even be slightly overwhelming, but for me it is. I try to keep my heart open about the situation, but I always end up feeling like I don’t belong. Given the circumstances of my situation, I would say life definitely turned out better than what I initially expected, but I was left feeling like a “stranger in a village” having to live with a family that is nothing like my own.
Reading and writing has always played a vital part in my life. From toddler to adult, pre-elementary to college, I’ve managed to sharpen both skills to my liking. However, even though it significantly helped, schooling was not what influenced me to continue developing those skills into talent. Many different things shaped and influenced my learning, and now reading and writing have become the safety net of my life. I know that even if I have nothing else in the future, I’ll still have my talent and knowledge. To ensure my success, I hope to further develop those skills so that I may fulfill my wishes.
In the past couple years, I faced emotions of loneliness, worthlessness and even depression. I spent those years trying to figure out what was the cause of these serious emotions and one of the answers that I stumbled upon was when I finally talked to a therapist about dealing with my depression. The simple answer was the relationship with my family and the environment I was in; Figuring out what to do about it was the next giant leap. Throughout history, America has been known as an immigrant country that uses the phrase “The American Dream” over and over, but what is it really? “That dream of a land in which life should be better and richer and fuller for everyone, with opportunity for each according to ability or achievement.” (James Truslow
It’s kind of hard to believe that I would change my name to Lucrecia because I didn’t really like my mother’s name until recently. I always thought her name was weird and unusual. I never met anyone else with that name. Now, I would be more than happy to change my name to Lucrecia, after my mother, because she means a great deal to me.
How many children you have? 2. Are you married? Yes, Tatiana Astocondor. What if you middle name?
This time was different. Normally when I ask what happened she says, “You know your father,” or something to that nature. This time was different; she would not talk to me or tell me what happened. I later found out that my dad had shattered his hip and pelvis.