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The Love Of A Dad and his daughter
I can remember so many memories of my daddy bonding times. My dad wasn't my blood dad, he was my step dad. Nevertheless my dad, he claimed me as his own. For reasons unknown to me Dad had a love for me he didn't show the same for my half sister. I met him when I was five years old. When I asked him "Are you my daddy?" I could see he was scared. Mom was a single parent, so I didn't know who my dad was. As a kid I never thought about that kind of stuff, I just wanted a dad.
By Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)4 months ago in Families
Reflections on Individuality and the Quest for Acceptance
Remember when you were a child and things were simple, or atleast simpler. When you were at home with your mom, protected by her love, warmth and security. Feeling the thrill of watching your first cartoons, mesmerized by the beautiful colours and funny voices that excited your imagination. Playing outside in the freezing cold till your feet couldn`t handle it any more.
By Michael Langille4 months ago in Families
my dragon, had not only shown me the power
my dragon, had not only shown me the power of her own strength, she had instilled within me the courage to face my own challenges. She had shown me that even in the face of loss and despair, there was the potential for growth, for resilience, for the blossoming of something beautiful.
By Arfa Qureshi4 months ago in Families
When you ride or die for the wrong person?
My problem is that I am a ride or die kind of person. If I love you, if I am really there for you, then I will do anything for you. I will do anything to protect you, and stand up for you. I really am a ride or die kind of women. They type that says 'if you are going over the cliff then I'm going over the cliff too'. When I make a commitment, a real commitment, I can't give it up. I can't just let it go or walk away. I have a problem with giving up. It's like I see it that I failed, and that just isn't an option to me. In general, there is nothing wrong with that. Being loyal to someone in general is a good thing, and a good way to live life overall. But what do you do when you commit to the wrong person? Someone that doesn't appreciate it, doesn't see it, takes advantage of you. Getting out, and seeing through the darkness is the hardest thing to do.
By Talara Nolan4 months ago in Families
Home is Where the Heart Is
In the bustling heart of a city, amid the cacophony of honking cars and hurried footsteps, a small, weathered building stood its ground. Its paint was worn, and its windows bore the marks of time, yet to those acquainted with it, this edifice held a significance beyond its physical appearance—it was a symbol of hope and compassion. This was Haven Homeless Shelter, a sanctuary where weary souls found respite and warmth amidst the chill of the streets.
By Yogi Tri Agustiyan4 months ago in Families
Parenting in the Digital Age
In our contemporary, fast-paced society, technology has seamlessly integrated into our daily routines, influencing various aspects of life, including familial interactions. Navigating the digital landscape presents parents with a delicate task: maintaining equilibrium between harnessing the advantages of technology and nurturing authentic human connections within their families. The ubiquity of smartphones, tablets, and social media platforms has revolutionized how families communicate, interact, and share moments together. While technology brings unparalleled convenience and avenues for learning and entertainment, it also introduces distinct challenges and pitfalls necessitating careful management and consideration.
By Yogi Tri Agustiyan4 months ago in Families
A Mother's Love: Navigating Adversity and Cultivating Hope
In the serene embrace of a village cradled amidst verdant rice fields, there resided a woman of remarkable fortitude named Djematin. Her name, simple yet evocative, belied the profound strength and resilience that coursed through her veins. A single mother, she poured her heart and soul into nurturing her three children: Yodik, Yustika, and Yogi. They were not just her offspring; they were the very essence of her existence, the driving force behind every choice she made.
By Yogi Tri Agustiyan4 months ago in Families
Maternal Instinct
Birth alone does not a mother make. Those maternal feelings of love aren’t instantly there as we’ve seen in the movies. Weepy moms after 2 minutes of movie labor (and spritzed with pure water sweat) hugging and crying on their perfectly clean newborn were all lies. I supposed if movies depicted true births, the human race would have died off by now. After twenty-two hours of labor with no epidural, my son was born; he was cleaned by the nurses, wrapped up, and set on my stomach. I remember looking at him thinking, “So. Hello, you.” And then I told the nurse to get him off me because my stomach hurt from relentless labor.
By Barb Dukeman4 months ago in Families