children
Children: Our most valuable natural resource.
To the Little Old Lady Whispering Hush
Goodnight Moon is a classic bedtime story that always gave me a type of comforting feeling. I don't remember my mom reading it to me, but I do remember the HBO special that would come on, I would sit and take in the beauty of the narration, the illustrations, and the overall nostalgia of the cartoon.
By Camu Tao Fan 1999šŖ²5 years ago in Families
Things To Do When Kids Say āI am Boredā - Swiflearn
āI am Boredā This is one statement that can give parents a nightmare. Parents try everything including buying them new toys, games or spending time with them at home watching their favourite tv shows, or conducting activities for them and after all the efforts kids say I am bored.
By Priyanshu Rawat5 years ago in Families
I'll Have What He's Having
Sometimes there is something so trivial, so minor, that at the time, you have no idea just how much it will change the rest of your life. That is exactly what happened with a piece of triple layer chocolate cake from Dennyās. My five-year-old son, Scott, ordered said cake. When he took that first bite, his world seemed to just stop. He savored that bite and his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head.
By Jana Billman5 years ago in Families
Four
Her birthday. It was her last one, but Shorty tried not to think about it too often. Well, he tried. Moira Giovanni was a beautiful baby. Shorty was in love with her from the moment she was born, tears and sticky and loud wails. All of it. He loved every second.
By Christa Morgan5 years ago in Families
10 Ways to Help Your Kids Succeed in School
Parents and guardians contribute a lot to the success or failure of their kidās performance at school. As a parent, what can you do to help your kid do better in school? Here are the top 10 ways you can help your kid succeed in school.
By Sheryl Wright5 years ago in Families
What To Do With a NormalĀ Child?
People used to say to me, "I don't know how you do it." when talking about raising my two kids, both of who have additional needs. My eldest has moderate learning delays, and the middle child has Autism. I would shrug them off and laugh. "I just do."
By J.B. Miller5 years ago in Families
THE LIFE OF A CHICK
THE LIFE OF A CHICK The alarm went off and Cindy rushed out of the bed and got dressed. Cindy was in third grade in elementary school. She was so excited about the possibility of her first chick being hatched. Her mom and dad said it could happen any day now. She was certain this was the day. She could feel it. She raced as fast as she could in her bright yellow boots heading to the barn. She ran past the cow who was mooing and rubbed her hand down the side of Sinbad. Sinbad was the large white horse she helped to raise from the time he was born. Today, she wasnāt spending all her time with Sinbad. It was time to meet her new little chick.
By Seletha Head Tucker5 years ago in Families
Home is Where the Farm is
When I was a kid on the farm the barn used to be the brightest of reds. It used to be full of animals and the worst smells my little nose had ever smelt. Coming back to see it now its almost sad, the wooden boards are rotting away and weeping with peeling paint. Whatās left isnāt so red anymore its more of a brown, almost like when blood dries and it looks like rust on concrete. There hadnāt been a living creature in those stalls since we packed everything up and moved to the city. So much had changed but the memories still were so vivid, and that made the sad feeling seem more hopeful. If I close my eyes I can still smell the sharp scent of the hay and feel the warmth of the sun on my face. I had spent my whole childhood in the country and even now as an adult with a good job and my own family, I still look back on my time here and remember those days as the best of my life. The barn is old and tired now, itās been through a lot just like I have. These walls watched me grow up, they watched me learn how to ride a horse and how to milk a cow. When I walk through the old creaky doors now I can remember exactly what it used to look like. Hay bails stacked up high against the walls and orange barn cats twisting around my ankles as I walked up and down the stalls petting the bristly coats of every single horse with my small hands. I can almost still feel it. The sun used to shine through the holes in the boards and you could see the dust dancing through the air. Even though the floorboards are worn down, and the walls are dull now, it feels like no time has passed since I was running through the barn with my muddy boots and grass-stained jeans. The memories are so sensory that they come flooding back with every touch, smell, and sight of the old farm. I often wonder what it would have been like if I had raised my own family in the country. I could repaint the wood to its crisp red glory, fill it with horses and cows, teach my kids how to stack the hay bails so they wouldnāt come tumbling down on top of you. They could make memories similar to my own, and I hope they would come back and remember it with the same fondness that I do. It could have been a place for them to learn and run wild without the limitations of the city and our apartment. We could fix the place up and make it look brand new, Iād leave the floors as they are though, so you could see how my footsteps wore the boards down over the years and we could watch them age with my kids and maybe even their kids. Nothing felt quite as nice as being out in the open with fresh air and sunshine surrounding you. Being in the city, I never realize how much I miss it until Iām back. Reminiscing about being a kid takes the stress of my daily life away, I feel like I donāt have anything to worry about out here. I can look out into the fields or stand in the middle of this old barn and let my thoughts melt away. No matter how much time has past, and no matter how old we both get, home is where the farm is.
By Samantha Cote5 years ago in Families
