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Most recently published stories in Families.
It Takes Two
Above in the picture, you will see my coworker Morgan and my daughter Adelina. My daughter is six years old and was recently diagnosed last year with “intellectual border disability." What is that you ask? It’s a politically correct term for.... dare we say it?! “Mental retardation." My daughter does not drool, she communicates pretty good, she doesn’t need help getting around, or someone to feed her. Nope! She is pretty independent!
By Erika Fries8 years ago in Families
Butterflies
Something in my imaginary world sometimes thinks about things that someone might have to go through one day, what I would do if something like this happened to me. Imagination and thoughts turned into real life circumstances. My stepdad, the man who brought me back to life when I was going down—I watched him die. He has liver cancer and knew there was not going to be a cure to bring him back to life. He took defeat. I never imagined going through something as traumatic as watching someone I truly loved with my whole heart slowly slip away from my life. Typically, step-parents are the bad guys in every Disney movie ever created. This story took a completely different turn from the typical evil parent lifestyle.
By Monica Stegall8 years ago in Families
Through a Child’s Eye: The Cinema Experience
I will start by saying that I’m a movie buff, owner of almost 700 DVDs and counting, I’m one of those people willing to go to the cinema alone, I love the whole experience and would see every new release if I could. I remember my first trip to the cinema. About four years old, I don’t actually remember the film, but I do remember the cinema. One of the oldest in the UK, keeping the classic cinema look. I have a clear memory of being in awe at the plush red seats, and seeing the huge screen whilst walking down the centre aisle.
By Allison Brown8 years ago in Families
Finding Faith
Foster care. It’s a difficult situation. If you haven’t been there yourself, you have no idea what it’s like to be thrown around from home to home and to feel not wanted. The loneliness and loss of hope that fills your soul is so overwhelming no child should ever bear it. Yet there are more than 438,000 children who do so every single day.
By Janice Page8 years ago in Families
Things Are Going to Change
Life is never straightforward and there is always the fear of the unknown and also the fear of the truth. I was scared of both for a long time or what felt like a long time but sometimes you have no choice but to face it and deal with it and however you do can change things forever!
By Robyn Adams8 years ago in Families
Raising Kids Is Easy
We all have something that just bugs us. Sometimes it’s merely an observation that after a little reflection, you can ignore. Other times, it just burrows into your subconsciousness and infiltrates your thoughts as you mop the floor or try to watch an episode of Black-ish; its sole mission to enrage you.
By Wendell Mitchell8 years ago in Families
When Holding on Hurts More Than Letting Go
I saw something awhile back. I can't recall if it was a meme, a post or one of those click bait articles that the internet is flooded with. Either way, I saw it and it was about how holding onto certain relationships can actually be more harmful then letting go, like holding onto a razor wire. We hold onto them so tightly, and by not letting go, we are allowing that relationship to keep cutting into us. A steady stream of pain and hurt as that wire cuts into us the more we hold on, instead of a blast of pain and hurt that can be over come... eventually. I agreed with the analogy, as it has merit, and thought nothing of it until recently, when I was faced with the reality of having to make a choice: do I hold onto that wire or do I let it go?
By Lilithea Adasia8 years ago in Families
Her Final Lesson
My grandmother died at a point in my life where I wasn't very proud of myself. She was my best friend, my biggest fan, and one of the greatest loves of my life, although I didn't always know that. Growing up, everyone ended up at grandma's house at one time or another. She was the glue that held our family together and once she was gone so was the family we all knew. My biggest regret in my life is that she didn't get to be as proud of me, as I would have liked.
By Aleea Whitmire8 years ago in Families
