The legal definition of family, a group of individuals who share ties of blood, marriage, or adoption; a group residing together and consisting of parents, children, and other relatives by blood or marriage.
People have many ways of defining a family and what being a part of a family means to them. When I think of my family three words come to mind unconditional love, support, and belonging. Being a family means you are a part of something very wonderful. It means you will love and be loved for the rest of your life.
A family’s love is unconditional as these are the people who accept you no matter what, where ordinarily there’s no hatred or judgment. My family consists of two parents who have been married for …show more content…
They have good coping skills. As I think about some of the highs and lows I have gone through in my journey of life thus far; the transition of my high school graduation to setting sail out into the world on my own. So young and naive about the reality of adulthood, and the lessons I had to quickly learn. Becoming a mom, getting accepted into nursing school, having to withdraw from nursing school in order to provide for my household as I also had to embrace becoming a single parent. Presently, I have two jobs that I must work to make ends meet, I’m a part time student, and I have a fourth grader which is basically a third job. The support my family gives by pulling together to help me with care for my son and encouragement to stay strong through tough schedules, and times. All this is my daily reminder of intentionality, each day I’m making up my mind to be present in the moment and to make the most of every …show more content…
My parents raised their children with a strong sense of belonging as a result I feel my sisters and I see ourselves as valuable, with self- respect, and carry ourselves with dignity and integrity. This also translates to how we act outside of the family, giving us confidence to make better decisions, and providing motivation to avoid risky behaviors. In Sixty Nine Cents by Gary Shteyngart he recalls a childhood trip to Disney World. During their family trip they had stopped at McDonald’s where he had his heart set on “The sixty-nine-cent- hamburger. The ketchup red and decadent embedded with little flecks of grated onion. The uplift of the pickle slices; the obliterating rush of fresh Coca-Cola; the soda tingle at the back of the throat signifying the act was complete.” Being of Russian decent his parents did not believe in spending money at restaurants, so they had their own Russian meal prepared to eat inside of the McDonald’s. As he watched everyone eat the traditional ethnic meal he battled in his mind if he would spend the money to eat the American meal he had longed for. In the end the money stayed in his pocket and his sense of belonging with his family kicked in as he too began to take part in the Russian prepared meal. Knowing who we are and where we belong to makes us feel happy and