Family
My Diné Mother
The universe as we know it is over 13.5 billion years old, but the piece I came from? Well she stands at fifty-seven years old.
CheyannePublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsMom
Mom is wonderful, and her love never fades To the woman who makes things impossible to possible oh dearest mother Our mother is getting older, and this is the right moment to repay her for the time she had given us for quite some time.
Prince Alonzo Nawi Alimuddin IIIPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsAfter Baby Stretch Marks Make the Most Beautiful Tattoo
How great a privilege is yours to carry this proof of giving birth. I am determined to be naughty, to tease you, and put in a passion, so you don't give a second to fruitless lamentations about lost smoothness and vanished firmness. Your looks, as they are, are precious. Forget all negative expressions, voicing none. You should not regret the aftereffects, which helped you become a Mother.
Olya AmanPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsLessons Learned
I didn't get it then, but I do now. Growing up, I didn't pay attention to all the lessons my mom taught me. They did not really hit me until she was gone.
Susana ShadowsPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsWhy Mom you didn't teach me..??
For The last few years I have been very interested in people, and I pay close attention to passersby when I go out and walk. It always makes me happy to see children learn from their parents. A child with big eyes and curiosity, watching his mother's actions and words, is a powerful visual aid. It touches me today in ways that have never been seen before. Now that I am older and more determined than ever to examine my habits, I realize how important those moments are in building a child's life.
prashant sapkotaPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsThe eternal feeling of grief, the pain that sticks
"carbs carbs carbs" my mother taunted as I was cooking my grilled cheese. Every time she walked upstairs from her at home 9-5 job, I was in the kitchen just waiting for her to say something, to take the things that made me happy and just crush them in her palm, to laugh at me and say that i'm just being sensitive.
Nastasiya SimmsPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsThe Secret Deletion
My oldest brother is a complete asshole. No, seriously, he earns that opinion yet again every time I have to see him. He is seriously one of the most profoundly horrible human beings I’ve ever met in my life — I always envied other little girls who had nice brothers who played with them.
Deborah MoranPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsCancer Can't Count to Five
My Dearest Baby Boy, Sometimes when you are sleeping, I watch you lying there, so peaceful. I believe with all my heart that the world would be a better place if we could all know the peace of a sleeping child.
Michelle DevonPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsDON'T GO THERE
Don’t Go There, The Elephant Between Them As a boy of six, Jackie was teased, taunted, and traumatized by his older sister; the apple of her daddies’ eye, his “princess”. From the boy’s perspective, Daddies’ little angel was no angel. One day, after egregious levels of terrorizing her little brother, the boy snapped. In desperation, he picked up his sisters’ favorite doll by its leg and threw it at her. The porcelain head of the doll (more specifically its nose) clipped her forehead, drawing blood. The girl screamed bloody murder and ran to Mommy. Just wait ‘til your father gets home young man. That was the first and last time Jack spanked his boy, emphasizing with the phrase, “Real men don’t hit girls, ever!”
David Zinke aka ZINKPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsDear Mom,
It would be easier to write about how you have been there for me, which in and of itself is something to be proud of. It is not a guarantee that any parent will care for and love you for all your life, so thank you. It would be easier to write how you took me to the hospital when I ate something that my immune system was unfortunately unprepared for, or how you comforted me when I was struggling with my mental health, or how you opened your home to me when I needed it. It would also be easier to omit the painful truths. How home was filled with empty alcohol bottles which was why I declined your offer, or how I saw that you ignored the scars on my wrists for weeks until you were emotionally prepared to deal with them, or how I remember every hospital trip as an endless lecture of responsibility and sacrifice.
Erin BorstPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsMy Avril Lavigne Days
My Avril Lavigne Days Though I was a Whitney Houston Fan and loved toning my vocals on all her songs, I pretty much grew up dreaming that Avril Lavigne was solely born to write and sing my theme songs ("Complicated" Avril Lavigne). It was like the Universe knew exactly when to play the right song of hers. The Universe played her songs every time when something happened to me, either when I was rejected, heartbroken, or in a complicated situation, or was just being plain stupid; no exaggeration, well maybe just a little.
Leslie Darling BiniPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsI'm Sorry, Sister
The thing I am most ashamed of is I don't think about you every day. When you come up I tell people the pain doesn't really go away and that's okay. Which I believe but when days or even weeks can pass where I don't think about you, I start feeling like a hypocrite.
HufflecupPublished 3 years ago in Confessions