parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Hardships of a Single Mother
Everywhere you look these days, you will hear about how hard it is to be a mother. That a mother is special, and that we have the hardest job in the world. And it is true, we do. From the moment we learn that a life is growing inside us every mother is faced with choices; some are easy, others... not so much.
By Terry Gill8 years ago in Families
Parenting Wins
Parenting wins. What are those? Ha. As I stare at two laundry baskets overflowing in my living room begging to be folded, the mountain of toys on the rug that I said I would sort through last week, or the two daughters still in pajamas at one PM on a Sunday afternoon, I'm suddenly not entirely sure.
By Cynthia Macapagal8 years ago in Families
Mom, Where's My Dad?
To my daughter: Dear baby, I know one day you're going to ask me where your dad is. It's okay. You're allowed to be curious. I have no idea how to answer this question without hurting you and I think that's because there is no way to answer this without hurting you. I've talked to a thousand people about how I'm going to bring this up. Most people tell me to just be honest and that if I raised you right you'll understand how loved you are and it won't hurt you. But I think that's a lie. I don't understand any point on how it wouldn't hurt unless I lie to you and I don't want to lie to you.
By Michelle Schultz8 years ago in Families
Mom: Part 1
When I was a kid, I often heard people say that it was the little things that you remember in life, because it was the little things that matter most. I remember how every time after I heard that expression, I would focus all my attention on doing just that—remembering. However, I didn't want to just remember the little things, but the big things too. I didn't realize back then that they were the same thing.
By Alissa Valles8 years ago in Families
Mother or Monster-in-Law
I married my husband almost one year ago, I at one point in time thought that I'd be getting a great mother in law. I thought that my marriage was going to be better than others because I wasn't going to have this evil mother in law who I hated, or one that hated me just for taking their son. Boy was I wrong. It started before we even got married. His mother and grandmother even tried to make sure we didn't get married.
By Amanda J Mollett8 years ago in Families
Dear Mom
I'm sorry for not understanding. Up until now, I've never fully understood the meaning to all of this and I have to be honest, I don't know if I still do. A part of my soul yearns for you and wishes I had you in my life, but the current part of my understanding knows that I would not be where and who I am, had I not gone through what I did. I've spent 21 years battling these emotions, seeking to understand exactly what this all means. I remember the last day I saw you. That memory is imprinted in my mind with such detail, I've never been able to forget you. I don't have a clear conception of time, all I really remember is how much I wanted to be with you. I never wanted to be apart, I would follow you everywhere.
By Juan DeLaRosa8 years ago in Families
Dad Smiling
To my knowledge, this is the only picture ever taken of my father smiling. He smiled easily and often, but not for the camera. Most often he looked as if he was facing a firing squad. I've been told I'm like him. He died when I was eight so I don't really know.
By Elvin Clark8 years ago in Families
An Open Letter to My Dad
Dad, I can remember when I was little and only had eyes for you. You could do no wrong, you were my superhero, and if anyone asked who I was going to marry when I was older, I told them, "my daddy!" Of course as I have grown up, our relationship has changed, but you are still, and always will be, the man who has my heart.
By Paranneting/Anne Reboa8 years ago in Families
700 Telephone Poles Down
This was the blizzard that made me very afraid of blizzards. My sons were eight, seven, five, and three. I was teaching at a private school an hour drive from my house. My husband didn’t have a job. Only my seven-year-old went to the school, a school for advanced students. He wasn’t there that day for some reason though. I can’t remember why. They let us leave work early, but I almost didn’t make it home though. It went from barely any snow to blizzard very quickly. When I got close to my house, I almost went off the road. The roads were terribly slick and it was very difficult driving in it. I was so thankful I made it home.
By Alaequah Moves Camp8 years ago in Families
