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When I was born, I was born into a family very different from others. I was born into a Christian family, but not just any Christian family. No, I was a pastor’s kid. My grandfather, whom I call Poppy, is the pastor of a little church in Alabama called Agape Christian Fellowship. My parents got married young, which was quite shocking to my mom’s parents. They believed that they were way too young to get married, but they allowed it. As soon as my mom graduated high school, they got married. They didn’t plan on having any kids until they had both finished college, but some medicine my mom was taking counteracted her birth control, so a year after my parents got married, I was born. On the day my mom and I were released from the hospital, it was a Sunday. On that beautiful Sunday morning, guess where I went before I even got to view my own home. If you guessed church, then you’re correct. Most everyone in the church had been there for years; they’d all seen my mom grow up, so they wanted to see her precious little baby, me, so badly that it couldn’t wait until Wednesday night.
By Michaela Martin8 years ago in Families
Family Isn't Always Blood
"They're like a sister to me!" We live in a world where the term "family" is getting harder and harder to explain. For some, their family includes their grandparents, aunts, and uncles, cousins -- even the second cousins they only see at family reunions. For others, their family dynamic relies on their friend group due to their disconnection to their family after so long. The family does not always have to be your blood to be considered family; they just have to care.
By Ashleigh Smith8 years ago in Families
The Clearing
The cherry blossoms fell gently, floating on the breeze. They swirled around on the eddies that whipped to and fro, sending the tiny petals tumbling about the clearing. One fell on an upturned palm, worn with age and scarred by life. Long fingers picked it up gently, and it rose to the view of a weary face. The simple beauty of this new life did nothing to ease the lines on it; rather, the creases deepened, and bloodshot eyes began to water. The blossom trembled as the long white digits shook. They released it, and the petals once more drifted lazily. But the breeze faded away, and the little flower fell, spiraling ever further down. It came to rest on a simple gray stone. Regular, smooth, and polished, this was not the work of Mother Nature. It had been carved by the eyes that now came to rest on an inscription. It read,
By Matt Miani8 years ago in Families
A Holistic Approach to Health During Pregnancy. Top Story - June 2018.
Pregnancy is a very interesting time in a woman's life because it involves rather miraculous biological changes but also has emotional impacts and can really change the perspective and outlook of a woman during this time in her life. There are so many new considerations she has to make about what she eats, how she needs to change her daily activities, how her body is going to change, and how she has to rethink her future plans.
By Patricia Sarkar8 years ago in Families
Young and Misunderstood
I was 10 years old when he left. The only man I ever loved. My hero. My best friend. My dad. I remember the days he would come home from work and I would run up to him like I hadn't seen him in forever. I remember sitting on his lap while he told me stories and made me laugh so much. I remember him dressing me up like a princess and taking pictures of me in his yellow car. I remember being happy. Smiling. I remember being loved.
By Louise Mcbonn8 years ago in Families
Rags
I keep a bunny in a bag in my desk drawer. There is a bunny in a bag inside a square little drawer, a childhood memory tucked away like a textbook that has been forgotten to be used. She sits there like a memento from a time when I believed in the person that gave her to me.
By Becca Volk8 years ago in Families
Grief
How much time after a death of someone or something dear to you does it become easier to understand and deal with? Does it matter what/who died? Does it matter how the death occurred? Is one person's death more important to you than another that wasn't "as close" to you?
By Melissa Weakly8 years ago in Families
What LOVE Is to Me
Here I am, not knowing what emotion to feel, and amazed at how calm I am. Trickling down my leg and covering my pants is the moment I thought would never come! As I stand in my kitchen looking at the Reeses pie I just plated, I realize that my whole world is about to change, this is it! I text my mom and tell her my water broke, and she is on her way. Patiently waiting, I begin to gather a few things that I need; phone wallet, keys, and my night gown I bought specifically for this. Then I think to myself, "A towel, I should grab one so I don't ruin my mom's car seat." At this point I have changed my pants three times. (My water broke 3pm.)
By Lacie Trimmer8 years ago in Families
