‘if your parents frequently degraded or devalued you, especially if they implied you were never good enough, you’re likely to grow up feeling a deep seated sense of inadequacy and failure’. (Koenig, 2007, p. 88)…
As a child, your aspirations are wild. Many of us wish to accomplish more in our lives than our family members, especially some of our parents. At some point we all wish to be recognized as something bigger - something that no one has witnessed before. We have a need for appreciation. Ever since I was young, I’ve wanted to accomplish great things. I’ve hit setbacks in school and at home, but I’ve never let them break me. Even when I was little, whenever I received a good grade on an assignment or test, I would rush home to call my mom and dad to tell them. Seeing that look in their eyes that says “I’m so proud to call you mine.” Thats what…
My mother would always weep to hear the voice of a young man ,who has taken care of himself and his little sister. My father was more than proud of the person who I was becoming, and in that moment I realized these certain changes that were occurring through my life. Numerous of flashbacks of when I had to walk from school holding my young sister's tiny hand, or when I had to bring errands such as vegetables or tortillas for dinner, all the responsibilities I was given everyday to complete, it was to help me become the person I am today. I have seen young people nowadays, and it’s hard to watch them mistreat their parents and not give them the proper love and respect they really…
Growing up from infancy to about age thirteen,i was brought up in an authoritarian household. My father was the breadwinner and my mother was the housewife. Basically, whatever my father says goes.Both parents expected high achievements in when it comes to school and education. I was thought to obey the rules without questions. Besides academics achievements, my duties were to help my mother with chores around the house and mind my ssiblings.I was taught to always be punctual, reliable and responsible at all times. I needed to remember that whatever I do affects my parents image. After my parents divorced and my father passed away, my household became more into an authoritative household. My mother would explain the reasons behind certain…
My mom contained high expectations of me seeing as though I was the first born. My parents expected me to be mature, well behaved, and to excel academically. My mom's expectations primarily were realistic and typically attainable. However, when I made a mistake my mom was okay that I learned from my mistakes. After my parents divorce I started to realize my father adopted the authoritarian style to parenting me and my younger siblings. My dad was extremely strict he enforced tough rules and incredibly high expectations. For instance, I received a bad report from school and my dad took away television, video games, and sweets from me for two weeks. In elementary school, I developed new skills like reading, writing, learning to write in cursive, and mathematical skills. I attended a Christian school so I also gained knowledge on the Bible and Christian values. Since I excelled in Erik Erikson's industry vs inferiority stage it helped build my self esteem and confidence. My academic performance pleased my parents and therefore encouraged me to continue to put forth effort in school. According to Erikson I believe that I conquered the industry stage because my productivity throughout the years has led me to…
At this point, my parents with their individual viewpoint started to have variance on me adapting to the new environment. Having different perspective towards society's operation caused tension within our family. Now the question arises," Don't parents realize that too much parental control halts child's personal growth?" Such type of parenting style is referred to as authoritarian. "Authoritarian parents utilize strict and harsh child rearing techniques with an absolute set of standards to which children must conform while permissive parents provide too few rules, boundaries, or restrictions for their children" (Chong, et al 1). Parents must not adopt authoritarian parenting style as it contributes to such behavior which is never welcomed by them when presented and further leads to tension within the family. This parenting style develops such consequences which leave kids down with psychological and personality disorders, consisting problems like fear of failing at each step of life, withdrawing oneself from socializing and turning out to be authoritarian towards parents as an…
My mother’s parents would always share stories with us about how their parents came to America from Italy and Germany. They would bring out old photo albums and tell us all about how different life was for them and how they held on to family cooking recipes and every Christmas we make the same dishes that their parents would make. My father’s parents would also share stories about Ireland and my grandpa would talk about what he experienced when he was in the war. Unlike the family I interviewed, I was brought up in a Christian household. Every Sunday the whole family would attend church together and then go out to eat after to talk about what we had learned. We would also pray every night before bed and were always told to give thanks throughout the day for the life we have been blessed with.…
I come from a family of immigrants who came here for a better living standard unfortunately, while growing up I witnessed money problems in the household. They had to work long hours and I struggled to focus on my own potential. My parents couldn’t spend much time with me and my siblings dealing with our own problems especially in school. As a result, I had a lack of confidence because I wasn’t at the same level as the rest of other kids and struggled doing well in school. I hate to say I didn’t have a strong role model because even though my father was around, he was always worried about other things and once in awhile he would spend time with me. I started not to take school seriously and become more rebellious and would always get complaints…
On a different note, I was personally raised in an authoritative household. My parents disciplined me and set firm ground rules. If I were to break a rule I’d get grounded or my phone taken away. I was also shown a great amount of warmth and had emotional support. I did well in school as a result and rarely caused trouble, other than the standard break the curfew or throw a tantrum for not getting my way.…
And since my parents never showed even the slightest signs of weakness, fatigue, or dejection, I grew up under the warmth of their radiant, loving smiles. However, looking back, I took a lot for granted, mistakenly believing that everything they did for me was merely expected. Similarly, I regret all those stubborn and meaningless arguments I’d have with them over the minute details. At these moments, I did not recognize how grateful and fortunate I actually was to have such devoted, loving parents.…
It was difficult because I never had a dad to talk to or give me advice about school, or even teach me to do anything as a father should to his son. Luckily my mother met my stepdad. My step-dad accepted and raised me as if I were his own son. As I was younger, I never understood why my step-dad would always force me to wash my own clothes, clean up after myself after eating, and to learn how to cook so I wouldn’t have to depend on my mom or anybody to provide for me in things that can be learned and done by an eight year old. As I grew older, I realized that everything he taught me was for a purpose. That purpose was to get me ready for life, and to be able to live on my own without anybody’s help. Though my step-dad has taught me skills on how to live on my own, he also taught me characteristics of being responsible, determined, hard-working, organized, understanding, and honest with myself. My step-dad raised my family in a strict environment, in turn, it taught me how to be self-disciplined. My step-dad always preached to never be a follower and to always be a leader, and I’ve shown these characteristics through all the times I’ve succeeded with my family in school, football, and…
However, the main problem was that my parents didn’t know one word in the English language yet, they managed to find shelter for my brother and I while balancing multiple jobs. I was around the age of two and I caused my parents the most strain on their lives. As I grew older I faintly remember being handed off to least 3 different babysitters, starting from 5am in the morning till 6pm in the evening. At the shy age of five I would now comprehend my parents struggle with various issues such as taking care of me, their youngest child, or massive language barrier. In addition, to my parents having a difficulty learning English, so did I. I wasn’t surrounded by the English language, I didn’t acquire American friends or listen to my family speak English around the house; instead I learned every morning by watching Dora the Explorer on…
I was endowed with good genes - both of my parents were calm, warm, loving people who had above average intelligence and the ability to think in progressive and effective ways. They were socially aware and had many friends and colleagues who respected and loved them. I had a close to ideal family environment as a child: my parents were particularly responsive to my needs and my opinions were always respected and valued. I was not ridiculed, mistreated, or abused,…
My Name is april june and I am 21 years old. I was born right at the crack of dawn on September 3rd 1992 in MA. Currently, I still live in Worcester just up the block from Worcester State University. I attend Quinsigamond Community College and at the moment I am in General Studies taking general classes to help get my GPA up until I figure out what I would like to do for the rest of my life. I live in a pretty averaged size apartment with just my mother Angel. I am the “baby” of two older sisters named Danielle and Amanda. One of them just recently getting engaged and ready to start her life, and the other one has three children the youngest being one years old. My mother and father separated when I was about two years old so I was raised by my mother, father and step mother while growing up. Both of my parents completed high school and never went to college so they were not the type of parents who pushed college careers nor did they have any sort of fund for us to be able to go. Of course after high school when I decided to attend college, they are very proud and supportive for me to finish. When I began college, my mom also went back to college after seeing me and my sister do it, and she got a health and human service degree at the age of 40. My parents came from middle class families and on my mothers side, very few of my family members were college graduates. We often had no spending money or even good running vehicles but they always gave us love and we were happy with all of the small things we had. My parents used the permissive parenting style, at least for me and my sister; they never really used any type of punishments. They would tell us we were grounded from something but the next day we would be doing the things we were grounded from. We were always nurtured and my parents were easy t...…
When I was little, I idolized my parents like they were God or even a role model to me. They are the adults that I would see most of the day other then my family friends. My parents were a big factor while I was growing up because they were like a guide in my life; they showed me what’s good from bad, and what’s right from wrong. They were there for me when I needed them the most therefore; they would be the ones that I would idolize the most when I was little. One of the situations during my childhood I idolized my parents in a very special way; they taught me a good lesson about doing the right thing from a bad situation. One day, my friend Antonio asked me for a pencil to borrow for the day, and I said, “Sure Antonio.” He gave the pencil back to me at the end of the day, but the pencil was broken. He told me, “I’m sorry for you pencil, I dropped it by accident and it broke.” I was really mad at him, so during that night I was thinking of a way to make him pay for what he has done, but my mom found out that I was going to try getting revenge on my friend so she told me to do the right thing by telling my friend its okay about the broken pencil and I asked my mom why I should forgive him and she said, “It’s always good to just stop the problem as soon as possible because if you try taking action, the problem will only get bigger and it effects your relationship between your friends.” That’s when I thought about how my parents think ahead of the situation and they knew how to deal with it, which made me think they were perfect. I had a strong relationship with my parents in India, since we traveled to lots of places and we moved houses a lot. The move from India to Canada was a big factor because my parents wanted me to have an educated life so they had higher expectations after we moved which made me look at them differently. After my report card was an average mark,…