Is there a story or tradition in your family that has shaped you?

Question

what it is?

Answer 1

My dad is a very special guy. He taught me to appreciate nature. He often would call us outside to look at a full moon, walk in the rain with our faces to the sky, watch the sunset or observe an eclipse. He would point out a butterfly emerging from a cucoon and would encourage us to watch it; or observe a spider building its web. We would visit a gorgous place (like a beautiful creek) and he would say to us, "Someday, I'd like to take you back to see this place."
He instilled in us a sense of wonder of the things around us.

I woke up late one night and he was sitting in the dark with a cold beer listening to classical music. He said he couldn't sleep and I climbed onto his lap. Together, we listened to the music and he would tell me to "pick out" the violin and listen to it, then the harp, then other instruments. It refined my ears to listening to music and appreciating it. He loved to sing to us, too :)

Thanks for encouraging us to bring back good memories with your question!!!

Answer 2

Just the tradition of being a family which was so hard back in the late 60s and early 70s, hell even sometimes here in the future, but the tradition has been that we are family, blood and no matter what happens we deal with it as a family, no one person stands alone. This is the tradition I have passed on to my children, friends fine, family, first.

Answer 3

My parents always treated their children like little adults. They spoke to us in the same manner they would an adult, and they always showed us the same respect that they showed to other adults.

If we were to be punished for doing something wrong, we would choose our punishment (it was always worse than anything they would ever have chosen).

They also taught us that blood is thicker than water, and family should always be there to back eachother up. They didn't just say this.... they proved it by their actions.

Even if us kids were fighting and throwing around the "I hate you"'s, we would always be there for eachother if anything happened..... then we would go back to fighting with eachother.

I think that respect is the key thing here.

I have the closest family I know of. We have total and unconditional love for eachother. My parents, brothers and sister know pretty much everything there is to know about me. I have never had to fear that they would disown me or hate me, because I know that they love me unconditionally and respect me as a person.

This has given me the strength to withstand everything that has happened to me in life (and believe me, there is a lot). Part of that strength is in knowing that when I don't feel strong enough to go on, my family will always be there to hold me up... no matter what. And they have proven this time and time again.

I am proud of the person that I am.... and my family has a huge part in the shaping of me.... I am caring, loving and considerate because these are the values that my parents taught me to hold dear.

Wow, I think I am going to go call my mum and dad....

Thanks!!!

Answer 4

There is a story. I don't know how much "true" is it because I don't believe in such things. This, as they say, had happened in my mother's family.
Some eight generations back, there was a girl in my mother's family. At those times, no latrines were being used, so all people used to go to jungle to poop. every morning that girl used to go to jungle and while she happened to return, someone would ask "may I come with you"? The girl was so scared that she stopped going to jungle for defacating, so her parents asked her what the matter was and after knowing the reason they all with some other family members went to a saint who was a knowledgible guy. The saint told that girl that she could say to that voice that "he is welcome". So. the next morning girl went to jungle and while coming back when that sound asked her may I come with you, she said, yes and started running without seeing what was coming behind. Behind her, with a huge noise came so many things as gold, silver coins, vessels and other precious things and that voice told that these things could remain for seven generations. And the eighth generation will have to work hard for earning a living. My mother was of the 8th generation. All seven generations before her used to live happily eating well and living merrily without doing literary anything to earn a bread.

Answer 5

How my parents came of age during the Great Depression and how even in the 1950's and 60's, we could still lose it all. Very insecure feeling even though we were, in fact, as secure as any other family.
I have carried this into my marriage of the 90's, always shopping at Goodwill, etc. It can be proudly frugal......or depressing!

Answer 6

Trying to get along with each other and treating home like a sanctuary from the world and not a place for fighting.

Answer 7

wild and crazy not worth a dam but i am shaped that way right now but on the rise to making my self more than that

Answer 8

no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Answer 9

no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!