Self Reflection Of My Values

Self Reflection I am 28 years old, I live in Las Vegas, I am currently enrolled in a Master’s program, and I am a homeowner. None of the things I have listed would have been possible without my mother’s hard work and struggle. In order to attempt to define myself and explain how far I’ve come, I must first explain where I was born, what my values are and how I was brought up. I was born in Honduras in a small rural town to a 17-year-old single mother. She was one of 12 children raised by a single parent household. Having witnessed her mother’s life and choices, she was committed to break the circle and overcome her environment. After becoming a mother, she relocated numerous of times, always having me along her side, always looking for better …show more content…
Living conditions improved for us, my mother was able to receive a more consist income and had no longer work in the fields. According to McGoldrick et al. (2005) “there is an emphasis is on the group rather than on the individual” (p. 162). Based on this cultural value, my mother although making low wages to sustain two people was always able to manage to set an amount aside each month to send back to her mother. Until this day my mother continues to send money to our family. Her responsibility and loyalty to them is as strong as it was when she was a young child. According to McGoldrick et al. (2005) “The most significant value Latinos share is the importance given to family unity, welfare and honor” (p. 162). During our time in Tegucigalpa we were able to visit our family every few months and contact them on a consistent basis. Living in the city gave her new ideals of advancement and desires for a more prosperous life. One of the initial things my mother did when we had settle in Tegucigalpa, was enroll in school. She had the desire to learn things that she had missed out on when she was a young child. Within a few years she was able to learn how to read and write, once I began school she was able to help me with my homework, this was a tremendous milestone for her. In Tegucigalpa she found a strong support system, she was constantly motivated to do better and to search for more. Although our lives were better, the country did not get better. Gindling and Terrell (2010) report “Honduras is the fourth poorest country in Central America. It has the highest poverty headcount ration in the region, which has remained fairly constant since 1990” (p. 908). As one of her siblings venture to Mexico, my mother began preparations to relocate along with her sister. The move came with multiple sacrifices; she knew that by living she might