Crises in My Family My families’ response to crises is somewhat hard to explain. When I was young, my mother always panicked when anything bad happened or was expected to happen. She was easily upset and would start screaming and crying. I can remember when we found out we had to live in a camper, my mother did not …show more content…
The first life stage involves me, my parents and my sister and is the families in later life stage. The reason is because my sister and I now have our own families. The function of our family is not impacted by the families in later life stage basically because I do not talk to my parents anyway. The next life stage present is families with young children because we have a ten year old daughter. Family function is impacted by the families with young children stage because our daughter is maturing into an adolescent with new needs such as clothes, hairstyles and shoes that are the newest style and expensive. The third life stage present is families with adolescents because we have a fifteen year old son. Our family function is impacted by the families with adolescents’ stage because our son is also maturing. He has now gotten to the age where he has a license and practices driving the family car. The final life stage in our family is families launching children and moving on because we have a twenty-two year old son and his fiancé. Even though they do not live with us, it still impacts our family because when they need help we help …show more content…
My mother and father were both raised to be prejudice. They are firm believers in everyone should be with their own race and no one of another race should come into the town they live in. I do not hold the myth dear at all.
The Roles of My Family Members The role that both my grandparents on my mothers’ side of the family held would be family historians. They always enjoyed telling stories of growing up, and about my mother when she was young. My grandmother was a frail woman who had health issues and became addicted to medication, which she eventually overdosed on. My grandfather was a masculine, but a loveable man who worked hard and I can remember the days he had off, he would always take my sister and me fishing on the river. My grandmother on my fathers’ side of the family was a prudish woman who always nagged my father to do things for her or take her