children

Children: Our most valuable natural resource.

Explain why popcorn pops to a kid who loves watching it in the microwave.. Content Warning.
Popcorn is like a tiny explosion of joy in a bag. You might have wondered why those little kernels magically transform into fluffy, delicious snacks when you pop them in the microwave. Well, get ready to embark on a journey into the world of popcorn popping – it's a mix of science, fun, and a dash of magic!
By JOSIAH NWOKO3 years ago in Families
Get humbled real quick
There are many situations which breed arrogance and others which bring about humility. Without making a judgment of your character, I am going to share with you some of these situations so that you can be well aware and guard yourself from arrogance and embrace more humility.
By real Jema3 years ago in Families
The Rich Child
In the heart of a sprawling mansion, nestled among manicured gardens and gilded halls, lived a child named Emily. Born into wealth and privilege, Emily wanted for nothing, her every whim catered to by an army of servants.
By Sirandou Kolley3 years ago in Families
A Tale of Love and Sacrifice
Once upon a time, in the vast and beautiful African savannah, there lived a gentle cow named Rosie. Rosie was a loving mother to her precious calf, Daisy. Together, they spent their days roaming the grasslands, grazing on sweet green grass, and enjoying the warmth of the sun on their backs.
By Tamil3 years ago in Families
Speak Up
Things start getting real when you start setting boundaries and owning your truth. However, you lose everyone who is not for your highest good. Now that's a hard lesson to learn because the people you thought were supposed to be in your life the people who said they loved you or they got you, hid or left you alone to drown in your pain unbeknownst to them because you hold everything inside until you finally can't take it anymore, then you explode....learning how to react differently than what you normally do is a challenge and you must stay calm to pass that test.
By Annetta Brown3 years ago in Families
My son says "I can't hold the pencil"
As a mother I want my child to write well at the early stage. Everyday is the struggle between me and my son while practicing writing. One day he says "Mom, I couldn't hold the pencil". Then I realised and start to find the several reasons why your child is having difficulty holding a pencil. There I found a common reason - Underdeveloped fine motor skills i.e. Holding a pencil requires coordination and strength in the small muscles of the hand and fingers. If your child's fine motor skills are still developing, they may find it challenging to grasp and control the pencil.
By Renuka R3 years ago in Families
Beware! Digital screen kills your Childs' imagination
Screen time among children is a topic of considerable concern and study in recent years due to the increasing prevalence of digital devices in everyday life. Screen time refers to the amount of time individuals spend using devices such as smartphones, tablets, computers, and television.
By Renuka R3 years ago in Families
To love with a love that is more than love..
I Remember laying there. My husband was on one hand, and the anesthesiologist was on the other. The room was full of nurses, and doctors fighting to save our lives. Fear filled my half of the room while urgency filled the other. In the midst of everything my mind was spinning a thousand miles an hour. Hoping that everything would be ok is an understatement. Suddenly, I heard the noise of a life that was on the brink of being lost with me. You had taken your first breath. I felt the snap of my emotions. A thousand Rubber Bands held my sanity in place, and they were stretched to every corner of that room. The doctor silenced everyone. I had what seemed like a million racing questions. I still hadn't seen you yet. I wasn't completely out of the woods at that moment and the very surrealness of my fleeting life hit me for the first time in the 28 years that I had existed. This couldn't be the end for me, or our adventure together. Spoilers* It wasn't. After days in the hospital, and being completely sleep deprived, we finally brought you home. Unprepared, and fearful is the best way to describe how we felt for the upcoming months. I was overwhelmed. I was afraid. I was completely lost in my own mind that was shrouded by the trauma that I had just endured to get to you. I remember your precious face as you laid in your bassinet. You were so peaceful. You were so beautiful. I still felt so lost. I didn't know what to do. It felt as though I was all alone in experiencing all of this. I didn't blame you. I never blamed you. I did wonder why you didn't fill that emptiness that I was experiencing. I assumed that other moms fell in love at first sight with their bundle of joy. I wondered why I survived, when so many before me deserved more. After what seemed like an eternity I realized I couldn't continue life this way. You didn't deserve to live this way. I did not want to be the emotionally detached mother that I feared to become. I remember calling my doctor. I sat in the kitchen crying, and begging for help. My physical body was healing. You were healthy. I was broken. Then started the healing journey. Months passed and you are growing. You are laughing, teething, chatting, and you are healthy. I am still healing. As you grew, I would grow with you. Slowly.. I started smiling again. I began to feel again. When you were happy… I was happy. As time passed I began to want nothing more than to see you. Fear of being near you turned to excitement. My loneliness started to fall away every time we were close. I felt as though we were meeting for the first time. Everything that I had missed in the beginning months I was able to re-live. As we grew together our bond tightened. More time passed. You began to walk. You gave me the strength to continue on. You began to talk. You gave me the voice to help other mothers around me. I wasn't alone as I once feared. I was loved by someone that demanded nothing from me other than to call me mother. I just needed to exist with you and help you on your journey. That's what I began to do. You and I together. 7 years later… We are still learning. I am still healing. We are still finding out who we are together. Life and its uncertainties still linger. Of one thing I am certain. I love you with a love that is more than love. That will never change.
By Ashley Shiflett3 years ago in Families
This Savage Love. Content Warning.
"I've booked an appointment for you at the clinic in Baltimore. Here's the address. You have two days to get there. Don't be late, and don't change your mind," My dance agent, Angel, spat at me tersely, handing me a slip of her designer notepaper before dismissing me.
By Tina D'Angelo3 years ago in Families
Understanding Real Love: A Deep Dive into the Essence of True Connection**
**Understanding Real Love: A Deep Dive into the Essence of True Connection** Love, the most profound of human emotions, has been the subject of countless poems, songs, and stories throughout history. Yet, amid the cacophony of romantic gestures and grand declarations, the true essence of love often remains elusive. In a world where superficial connections and fleeting infatuations abound, it becomes imperative to explore the concept of real love – the kind of love that transcends boundaries and endures the tests of time.
By Hanzala Mahmud3 years ago in Families
Happy ValenToddler Day
Anyone who heard you ask me to be your Valentine knew I wasn’t actually being given a choice. It’s okay, though. I’m the best little man in your life! Your desire to show me commercial affection on the fourteenth of February is entirely understandable.
By Sirena Carroll - The Blind Single Mom3 years ago in Families
These Things I Remember. Second Place in Love Unraveled Challenge.
"These things I remember and I pour out soul within me...." So laments the psalmist in exile, yearning for the return of God's presence after a long, painful absence.
By John Cox3 years ago in Families