Resilient Children

Statistics show that emotionally and physically abused children tend to mimic the actions of those who parented them. However, there are some cases where despite the amount or severity of the hardships faced, some children grow to be more mature than others in society. I would like to open up with what a resilient child is. A resilient child is a child that grows up in unsuitable living conditions with a family that barely can stay above the poverty line, can have parents who put them down at every turn of their life, and should have no real reason to have any self-confidence, but no matter what aspires to use these terrible situations as an example to strive and surpass them. My general goal is to find out what influences might unlock this rarity in children, and how these internal and external influences impact a child's academic motivation.

Many events in my life have provoked my defenses and hostility. However, I utilized them to build an inner strength. Robert Brooks and Sam Goldstein, both holding Ph.D.'s in child psychology, wrote in their publication, "10 Ways To Make Your Children More Resilient", "our children need inner strength to deal competently with the many challenges and demands they encounter. We call this capacity to cope and feel competent resilience." Competent resilience is the way that resilient children differ from average children. Whereby, resilient children have a much higher competent resilience. I have a higher competent resilience. When I was a child I was subjected to many negative influences. These influences consisted of all things ranging in domestic violence to drug usage. Due to all of the trouble in my parent's relationship, our family had to move quite a lot. My sisters and I attended more than fifteen schools throughout our lives and have lived in countless different states. When I was twelve my parents decided that after sixteen years they would call it quits. Around this time I started to become rebellious in every aspect of the word. I moved to Arizona to live with my father, and I was actually happy there. Eventually my mother regained custody of me and slowly began to tarnish my life.