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Meeting in the Middle
I am embarrassed to say that I am not great at playing with my daughter. From what I hear from other parents, that’s not uncommon, but it’s still frustrating and it gives me a pretty serious case of mom guilt. When she was a baby, it was easy. All had to do was jingle some keys or give the teddy bear a silly voice. Now things are more complicated. Don’t get me wrong, she has plenty of friends in her classes and around the neighborhood. I am happy to send her outside to play with them whenever possible. I wish that was enough, because I am usually too exhausted to play.
Leslie WritesPublished about a year ago in FamiliesWanna hear a funny story?
The story I'm about to tell is just a tiny glimpse into life with four children. And by children, I mean a 21, 20, 17 and 15 year old. They may drive me absolutely bat-shit crazy most of the time, but they are without a doubt, awesome.
Heather HublerPublished about a year ago in FamiliesHe Chose to Chance the Rapids
“You were his favorite uncle, you know.” My sister's words felt like an ice pick straight to the heart. It wasn't her fault; she had meant to make me feel better. On that day, sitting there with my siblings, the surge of emotion was too much to hold back, especially after the stress of the past 48 hours. I couldn't respond, for fear that the dam would break.
Dana CrandellPublished about a year ago in FamiliesTouching Hearts
A heart is a universal symbol for love – especially on Valentine’s Day. February is also American Heart Month. Raising heart disease awareness carries a deeper meaning for me because my mom, who was my best friend, died of heart failure on January 6 last year after a seven-year battle with lung and heart disease.
Lori MeltonPublished about a year ago in FamiliesBlack History When You're "Not Quite" Black
Being mixed race is a funny place to be during Black History Month. And I don’t mean funny in the “ha ha” sort of way. I mean funny in the sense that it’s a strange place to be.
The Wind
“Why?” I shouted into the wind. “Because this was not yours to have,” the wind answered back. “I don’t understand!” I shouted to the wind.
Dee HendersonPublished about a year ago in FamiliesWhen The Lights Go Out
I see you, mama. Your unwashed hair tied loosely in a chaotic bun. Dark circles and bags ringed beneath your tired eyes, the energy you reserved for your appearance repurposed to surviving till nap time. Your sweatpants and loose t-shirt still bear yesterday's stains, maybe even the days' before that. Even now, the laundry shoots its accusing glare as it continues to pile, unwashed, unfolded. You never imagined it could be this hard, this exhausting, this monotonous.
Kelly RobertsonPublished about a year ago in FamiliesFox News Can I Have My Parents Back Now Please?
Author's preface: This is a repost of an article I published on an alternate yet eerily similar web publishing platform way back in 2017. It includes an addendum I later made to it in response to my own serious concerns about the way my parents were portrayed. I am republishing this now along with a companion post that is linked here because I think that together the two articles make for a compelling story. One (this one) a lighthearted and humorous tale that I ended up very much regretting, and the other, which describes why I felt that way and what I tried to do about it.
Everyday JunglistPublished about a year ago in FamiliesLULA
Susan smiled, putting her mobile on the kitchen table. ‘That's it. Dolores says we've been matched. They have a child they want us to meet next week.’
Agathos DaimonPublished about a year ago in FamiliesMy Personal Superman
I don't enjoy the cold; instead, I avoid it. Not a snow bunny with cute pink snow pants and a fluffy white jacket with matching earmuffs on the hills or in the chalet drinking hot chocolate. I avoid the cold as much as humanly possible. And now, with everything delivered, I practically hibernate.
Lilly DaughtersPublished about a year ago in FamiliesBonding With a Baby: Stay Calm When It Comes Slowly
‘Would I jump in front of a bus for her yet?’ I sat bleary eyed in the living room. The question nagged me. Yet another night brought yet another battle trying to get my infant daughter to sleep. At one point I’d jostled little Sprocket just so for an hour — not just side to side, that doesn’t do it you see, it has to be up and down too — and finally gotten her to sleep. I very carefully, an inch at a time, lowered her into the bassinet, carefully extracted my arm, and with joy looked at my sleeping daughter.
R. Justin FreemanPublished 2 years ago in Familieshorseback riding + therapy
One of the programs that helped Abby the most was her horseback riding Technically, she participates in Specialized Equine Therapy and it is a bit different than the typically hippotherapy.
EMandKids | AmazingAbigailGracePublished 2 years ago in Families