Birth of a Mother
Heat. That’s the part I remember the most. In all of the videos I had watched and books I had read about labor and delivery, nothing had prepared me for just how hot I would get in that triage room. My husband ran ice chips from a Styrofoam cup down my bare back and they melted instantly, rivulets of lukewarm water mingling with my sweat, pouring off of me.
Lindsey WardenPublished about 9 hours ago in FamiliesI Got It for My Mama: How to Find the Best (Most Meaningful) Mother’s Day Gift
Mother’s Day, a day to acknowledge the special mothers in our lives and remind them how much they are loved and appreciated.
A Hui Hou!... (I’ll See You Again!...)
As she lay, deep in sleep, A faint whistle blew, and it felt like it was calling out to her... She then heard the familiar sounds of waves crashing the shore...
WritingOfTheHeart™️Published 13 days ago in FamiliesThe Photograph
The sign read “Welcome to the Black Hills Powwow”. I could already hear drum beats in the distance and they seemed to call out to me. I had hoped to arrive early, wanting to get some good photos of the “hills” and surrounding landscape, but the tourists were already out in full force, which made it more difficult to get a pure image. If it wasn’t the Hills they wanted to see, it was nearby Mount Rushmore. I could see the dark hills in the distance and knew they were considered sacred by several different tribes, most especially the Lakota, who considered this land their home.
Sarah JohnsonPublished 17 days ago in FamiliesWhite Washed
“What language do you speak at home?” “Just English,” I reply apologetically, emphasizing the "just," hoping the topic will change.
Shawn DaringPublished 20 days ago in Families
Through The Eyes Of My Child
When I began working from home and building my business, I worried just like any parent about its effect on my children. A known helicopter mom and minor hypochondriac, I didn't let them far from arms reach. Without my focus completely on them, I was curious as to how we would manage. Without a bubble-wrapped room and a maid at our beck and call, I assumed it would be disastrous.
Un-Traditional MotherPublished 27 days ago in FamiliesThe recurring death
The death of any loved one is difficult and healing can be hindered by simply taking care of business. I vaguely experienced this with my mother and my grandmother but it's almost unbearable now that my husband has died. We spent 45 years together which is 5 years shy of being half a century. He has only been gone about 3 weeks but it feels like an eternity. Each time I believe I am having a good day something happens that causes me to feel as if he has just died all over again. It feels like smooth sailing and then waves crashing down over and over again taking my breath away before they subside.
Cheryl E PrestonPublished about a month ago in FamiliesSecond Place in Sister Circle Challenge
In the Times Of Xenophobia
Dear Mama Anita, Mama, when we came here first, the language was the hardest part wasn't it? You practiced for hours, head bent over my borrowed laptop watching videos and old CDs. I remember the trips to the libraries, where you painstakingly selected the best books, and audiotapes and copied word for word pages upon pages of the mysterious English language.
Kids Say the Darndest Things
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Parenting Wars
Do or do not - there is no try. The ins and outs of one of the most difficult jobs on earth: parenting.
Nature vs. Nurture
What plays into our humanity? Nature vs. Nurture – how two factors affect one individual.
An Unexpected Outcome
I think about my mother a lot. This surprises me because I wasn’t close to my mother. We didn’t fight or anything, I was not abused. She was not an alcoholic or drug addict. Disinterested would be the word, I guess. She did not seem to care what I (or my three sisters) were doing as we grew up. She worked as a waitress, so she was gone a lot and got home late at night. I spent many a late night out with my friends and had parties at home. I am actually not sure if she ever knew what was going on or not. Maybe she did, but did not care?
Kate StoutPublished about 8 hours ago in FamiliesBirth of a Mother
Heat. That’s the part I remember the most. In all of the videos I had watched and books I had read about labor and delivery, nothing had prepared me for just how hot I would get in that triage room. My husband ran ice chips from a Styrofoam cup down my bare back and they melted instantly, rivulets of lukewarm water mingling with my sweat, pouring off of me.
Lindsey WardenPublished about 9 hours ago in Families
Return to Alexis
She was already flustered, traffic had been heavier than usual and her taxi had dropped her off at the airport door in just enough time for her to make it to the gate before boarding. The air outside was frigid, biting against her cheeks as she stepped out of the taxi, pulling up the handle of her carry-on suitcase.
Haley ModlinPublished about 9 hours ago in FamiliesHappy Mothers Day: My Mom, My Life ❤️. #techybygaurav
Mommies buckle down nonstop. From the beginning phases of our lives to the main minutes, and the most troublesome ones the same, mothers appear at each level. In one way or another, they figure out how to achieve this while attempting to give, or attempting to keep the house together, hence making them the most grounded lady in our group! Regardless of whether common or picked, there's an incredible mother behind us all.
Gaurav GuptaPublished about 9 hours ago in Families4 Things I Never Knew I’d Experience During Pregnancy
There are many things I never fathomed would be possible during the greatest time of my life. I imagined this sparkling event would bring me months upon months of pure bliss until my little one arrives. I was wrong about so many aspects of what pregnancy can truly feel like. There was this switch in me that flipped and I started to realized things for what they truly are. While I began to value myself there were some really hard truths I began to face. Many of which I would face alone. Many of which brought me a beautiful meaning to life.
Kiersten EmmalyPublished about 9 hours ago in Families
THE ADOPTED CHILD
Mr Mink Once upon a time, there was a man named Mr Mink. He was single; he was doing things on his own and working hard. He had one cow and one chicken. Those animals were keeping him company. He was happy even if he did not have any wife even if he was living with those animals.
Sandra BongjohPublished about 9 hours ago in Families
The Flower that Couldn’t Bloom
"It's been three full days and there's no sign of flowers yet," Barb said while aggressively poking the dirt in the tiny pot where a seed had just been planted. "Do you think that idiot ripped us off? Probably sold us some bad seeds."
THE LITTLE CAT AND THE DOG
Once upon a time in the city of Laguardia, New York, lived a cat in a house. In that house lived a couple who did not have kids because they did not want to. The little cat was really easy to take care of. He did not cause of the problems to the couple. But his own problem was to have friends. He is all the time lonely because the couple had to go to park all the time lonely because the couple had to to go cook.
Sandra BongjohPublished about 9 hours ago in Families
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