My Role Model For My Family

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After my brother died, even though I had not seen or spoken to my mother or my brother in years, when she called and said she needed help, my kids and I helped her to get my brother’s personal things, pictures, letters etc. out of his apartment. When it was done, she walked up to me, wrapped her arms around me, and whispered in my ear, that she “loved me and didn’t know what she would have done without me and that she never wanted to see or hear from me again because it was too painful for her.” She walked away, got in the car with a friend of hers and went off to live in a retirement community in Petaluma. My mom was born in 1921 so I am assuming that she has died, but she might still be alive. And as far as Megan and …show more content…
In my own family, I love my role as the mother; the provider of resources, nurturance and support, and a positive role model. I am looking forward to being a grandmother someday. As far as the various families of origin, I have no more obligations to them and no longer desire to play any role in regards to my families of origin. Therefore, there is no role I would prefer.
D. What were the expectations around major life events: pregnancy, birth, caring for children, growing up, leaving home, marriage, work/career, education, growing old, death? (You do not have to discuss all of these; just pick those that are most significant to your family) Looking back at my life as a child, as a young adult and as an adult in the various families of origin, everything was so chaotic and permeated with dysfunction that things just kind of happened or didn’t happen. My adoptive father (James) was volatile, abusive, and demeaning, and I cannot recall him imparting any expectations he had regarding any of the above. As I read through the descriptions of various types of families, in the book written by William J. Doherty, Ph.D., when I came to the section describing the Entropic Family I felt as though it described my families of origin accurately. “Its maintenance rituals such as meals and birthdays lose their spark, and degenerate (Doherty, 1999). In my families of origin, it wasn’t unusual for a birthday or a holiday
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It has also empowered me to be a social worker who has the ability to empathetically engage with my clients. Although, I will never be able to walk in the shoes of my clients, I find it a pleasure to really listen, and to try to get a better understanding of where my client is, as I attempt to see the world from their unique

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