Reading the text and cleaning my mother’s garage brought back plenty of memories from my teenage years. Personally I think I went through these stages a little out of order. As a child and through my teens, my mother raised us to have goals and to achieve what others my think impossible. Due to this up bringing I would say I experienced foreclosure in my early teens till graduation. I went to church whenever my mom wanted us to; I attended a private Christian school and never missed a day. I took all honors classes like my mom wanted and graduated Valedictorian. I had one relationship in High School and thought he was my true love. Looking back now I had no clue what love was. I played by all rules and had plans for my life. I would say it was time that I accepted the traditional values of my church and family without many questions.
When I graduated high school life was another story. I think I was experiencing identity confusion. Due to a few ups and downs I came to the point where I had no clue what I was going to do with my life. I jumped from date to date and was disorganized and confused. I started college but didn’t make it through the first semester. Life seemed to be falling right out of my hands. I was so sure of what I wanted and where I was going when I was under the direction of my parents. For me this time of my life was my stage of rebellion. Then came the turning point; my moratorium, meeting the man that is now my husband. My time out was the day he and his son became a part of my life. Within a year I was pregnant and I then had others to think about and not myself. I slowly drifted back to foreclose in my early 20s. I was forced to look at my life and set goals again. I took back the values I was taught and began to raise my family. I am now 29 and am just about content with my life. I have achieved identity achievement; I know where I am