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10 Things About Being A Boy Mom
Being a boy mom sometimes has me questioning my sanity. Like today, my almost three-year-old stuck his head in the toilet to “wash his hair”. Thank God the water was clean, but why?!?! If that was the only thing he had done today, I would have called today a success. Trust me when I say, he can come up with some clever ideas to make his mom lose her mind. As I’m sitting here typing right now, I cannot begin to tell you how many times he has already tried to flip on me or asked for his “pippy” (sippy cup) and I just began typing. I always heard I would pay for my raising, but I never realized I would this quick.
By rachel west6 years ago in Families
Is Moving A Lot as a child traumatic?
Articles and studies I have read report school and behavioral difficulties and some emotional issues in children who move. Parental divorce is a factor in most studies I read. No literature I could find talks about the impacts of moving many times during childhood.
By Caroni Lombard6 years ago in Families
You Saved Me, Son
There could be no possible way. I literally almost died from a fentanyl and cocaine overdose a week prior, where they had to give me Narcan at least three times that I can remember. The nurses had asked me at the hospital if I could be pregnant, and I laughed it off. How could I possibly be pregnant? With my life? What a joke? They did not test me that day, which they probably should have.
By rachel west6 years ago in Families
Pie baking hands.
I wish I had my grandmother hands: Pie-baking hands, nimble hands that could mend or make anything. They were soft and smooth and always made me feel better. It's probably because she cooked with butter and tasted everything she made. She said that was the trick. The key to why no one could replicate her food. She said it was full of love and her saliva. We made the face of disgust in her direction and all she said was, "Do you wanna eat your momma;s gravy or mine?" We all knew no matter how hard my momma tried, she couldn't make gravy. That's the day I learned to make food with love and taste everything. Never over salt. "Let them ruin their own food she'd say."
By April Johnson6 years ago in Families
Boggart Hole Clough
" Once upon a time in little village called Blackley, lived a family who had a house right next to an amazing place known as Boggart Hole Clough. The young boy of the family ws called Wyn, he loved to do stuff with his dad and this day, when he hoped to go out and play in "The Clough" with him, his dad says “ Right I’m just off for a game of bowls!”
By Greg Brown6 years ago in Families
On Mended Wing
Lincoln was a 12-year-old boy, wild at heart and longing for adventure. He was the only boy child, in a family of five living on the outskirts of a quaint Montana town. His family stemming back many generations had lived a simple life. They lived in a modest cottage away from the hustle and bustle of town. His family maintained their own garden, and hunted and fished the land as was custom. He walked a mile to and from school each day and often cut through the woods on his way. While walking about the woods, climbing over fallen trees and jumping down creek beds he felt alive and free in a way that is hard to put to words.
By Elizabeth Calhoun6 years ago in Families
