Personal Narrative: Growing Up With A Single Parent Home

Imagine growing up with a single parent. Having no dad as a father figure. Now this is my story on how my role model, friend, and teacher who became the rock throughout my life. This wonderful woman is my mom. Getting to know my family of origin, culture, and educational experience was all a journey and still is. A little girl who came from a single parent home is finally seeing the light as a woman and a highly qualified teacher. Through many obstacles I am here to say how it all began.
A lot of what I do and think today has to do with my family of origin and how I was brought up. My mother was a single woman who raised me and my brother who is twelve years older than me. I vaguely remember him being around, since we have that big gap between …show more content…
I would play with a little Latina girl who lived across the street from us. This family was my second family growing up. They would take me to church, family parties, and just hang out at their house when my mom would be at work. I felt very welcomed with this family. The food and culture was not the same as Puerto Rican culture, but growing up with Mexicans was all I knew until I got older. This family showed me manners, culture, and religion. Manners was a plus in this house. The family was a large family and sitting at the table with them during dinner time we were not to talk while eating. The food was mainly rice, beans, tortillas, and some sort of meat. Going to church every Sunday with this family was nice. I ended up doing catechism at a Catholic Church. My mom never went to church. As I got older I heard my mother say to never date an African American man. I never questioned it. Now that I think about it, I never hung around any other race. Now that I am older and people are people I have a mixture of friends. I treat my friends and my students with dignity and respect. I taught my own children to be respectful of all races and religions and they grew up with a variety of ethnic