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Parenting And Stress
Our kids! We love them like crazy, but they can also drive you crazy. Stress is a normal part of parenting. There are no guidelines on how to raise your children. Though some people may say that parenting is not a job, although in actuality parenting is one of the toughest jobs in the world. It's like a never-ending cycle of non-stop work. You have so many other responsibilities than on top of all of those responsibilities; you have a 2 -year-old crying about what is his and a 13- year daughter who is in her own little world checking her cell phone apps. It always seems like there is never enough time in a day, running low on finances, either we don't get enough sleep or spend enough quality time together. That's a typical day for the average parent. No wonder we as parents are so stressed out. By knowing how to handle this type of stress; nevertheless, you will ultimately know how to handle these stressful situations; in a better manner, while becoming a better mother or father.
By FromParisWithLove6 years ago in Families
Body art challenge
I got pregnant when I was just 15 years old, by all accounts just a baby myself-now raising a baby. My son and I have lived through very many trials together and in all honesty grew up together with only having 15 years to separate us in age.
By Karen McConnell6 years ago in Families
Chiraq VIII
Chapter 8 His grandpa hopped into his Lincoln and hurried to the school. After he arrived, the principle informed him of Big Shorty's conduct in class. The end result was that Big Shorty was to be expelled from all of Chicago's public schools. The consequences of this information was an embarrassing scene in the principle's office. "Tyrone! What are we going to do about you?" His grandpa's voice was loud and he pronounced every syllable. "You need your butt tore up, no public school is going to accept you!", his grandpa yelled angerily.
By Press Release 6 years ago in Families
The House
She stood outside of the house, looking at it from the road, staring at it like she could see inside and through it. The memories were there and wanted to escape from her eyes and roll down her cheeks, but damned if she was going to let that happen. Not over a house. But was it really ever just a house?
By Myndi Mullins6 years ago in Families
Unique Gift For Teen Girls
Gifts for teenage girls should be easy to seek out , but the wide selection of gifts available can actually make Christmas buying more difficult! We’ve brought together an inventory with something for everybody , from the youngest teen to the one who won’t be for much longer!
By WilliamSGroff6 years ago in Families
BLUEPRINT
BEST FRIENDS, USUALLY ARE NOT THE ONE TO COME AND GO OUT OUR LIFE! LET'S TALK NOT JUST OF A FRIEND, HERE I SAY MY BEST FRIENDS I'VE TREATED AND CONSIDER AS A SISTER OR BROTHER. I AM NOT SURE IF IT'S FAIR TO HAVE MORE THAN A BEST FRIEND, OR AS OUR SOCIAL WORLD WOULD SAY, MY BESTIE. FORMERLY, COULD IT GO ANY OTHER WAY IF IT WERE'NT FOR THIS ONE PARTICULUAR BEST FRIEND?
By KayKay_Island6 years ago in Families
Why my sister is the Best
To my best friend and baby sister, The day you were born, my life became infinitely more blessed. You were a little ray of sunshine, that would one day grow up to be a beautiful beam of light. If it weren't for you, I would not be who I am today. You have helped shape me since this very hot August day, 1993, and for that I am eternally grateful.
By Kahsia Solaire6 years ago in Families
My Very First Tattoo
This is the story of my very first tattoo... and a man named Tattoo. His name is Daniel Leroy Chapman Sr., but everybody calls him Tattoo. Not me and my cousins though. We just call him Pop-Pop and my Mom Mom would lovingly refer to him as Jackass. And he isn’t just ANY man. He was the best friend I ever had... until I met my wife.
By The Bridge Theory Project6 years ago in Families
Short Story
Not everyone is meant for you, not everything is for you and sometimes even if you are not for yourself. Not when you feel the world on your shoulders. I knew who you were, but even at five I couldn’t touch you, I couldn’t be with you like I wanted. Unaware of the reasons why, oblivious of what you were to me. I was filled with ecstasy when you rang the house phone, I told her that you were trapped inside, and we needed to rescue you. How naïve was I? You laughed and said you missed me, I didn’t understand. And why would I when I was so young? When all my questions were greeted with the words “Your brain won’t understand adult stuff” and with that I was silenced.
By Rosaria Mulenga6 years ago in Families









