humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Anecdotes From A Mom's Ear
7/11/2024 - Inmate ID: Aylaina Sky Author's Own Photo I hand my five-year-old daughter a couple of adult women's gummies and I tell her: "Hand these to your Auntie for me." I say, directing over the barricade we have set up to prevent officially-2-year-old inmate Alexander from having free range of the house.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Families
Healthy Kids, Happy Meals: 15 Delicious and Nutritious Recipes Every Parent Needs
Keeping your kids healthy and happy is every parent's goal, and nutritious meals are a big part of that equation. In this article, we'll share 15 mouthwatering recipes designed to provide essential nutrients while delighting young taste buds. From energizing breakfast options to satisfying lunches, snacks, dinners, and guilt-free desserts, these recipes are quick, simple, and packed with goodness. Let’s dive in!
By Nada soliman2 years ago in Families
Animal side of you
Eddie was sweating. He'd been told, before putting on the suit, to drink a ton of water, so much your stomach hurts, and he bet there was an extra ten pounds of perspiration in the cheap costume fur. It certainly smelled like it, but rule one of wearing the suit: never take off the head.
By Salman siddique2 years ago in Families
My worst fear happened to me before age 30
My worst fears were losing my parents and marrying the wrong partner. The thought of living without them haunted my dreams. Every night, I whispered fervent prayers, asking God to keep them healthy and strong, to grant me the means to care for them. My parents were extraordinary. They took care of me and made sure I lacked nothing. They were my pillars, providing everything I needed. From the time I was a child, they nurtured me with love, supported my dreams, and encouraged my every endeavor. I always envisioned repaying their kindness and love by taking care of them in their old age. But despite my prayers, my worst fears became a reality. At 25, I lost my father. His illness came swiftly, a sudden storm in our otherwise peaceful lives. I watched helplessly as he withered away, unable to give him much, but determined to make his last moments as comfortable as possible. During his final days, I sat by his bedside, holding his hand and whispering words of comfort. I wanted him to know how much he meant to me, how grateful I was for everything he had done. It was a small way to say thank you for all he had done for me. Four years later, I lost my mother. With limited resources, I did everything within my power to ensure she had what she needed. My meager earnings could never match my love and gratitude for her, but I made sure she knew how much she meant to me. I bought her favorite foods, ensured she had her medications, and spent as much time with her as I could. Still, the pain of not being able to do more for her lingers deeply within me. My mother was my confidante, my best friend. Losing her felt like losing a part of myself. I remember our late-night conversations, her words of wisdom, and the warmth of her embrace. The void she left is immense, a constant reminder of the love I can no longer physically feel. The opportunity to take care of them was something I longed for, but it was taken away too soon. It hurts real bad, a pain I can't get over. Now, I live with a heart full of regrets and unanswered questions. Did I do enough? Could I have done more? Every day, I put on a brave face, masking the emptiness and sense of unfulfillment that lingers within. I carry this burden quietly, often feeling like a part of me is missing. The dreams I had of giving back to them remain unfulfilled, and it weighs heavily on my soul. Life goes on, but the pain remains. My parents may be gone, but their memory fuels my resolve to live a life they would be proud of. Their absence has taught me the importance of cherishing every moment and loving deeply, even when resources are scarce. I strive to embody the values they instilled in me, to be kind, resilient, and compassionate. Every time I achieve something, I think of them. I imagine their proud smiles and hear their encouraging words. It gives me strength to keep pushing forward, to honor their legacy in the best way I can. They may not be here physically, but their spirit lives on in me. Their lessons, their love, and their sacrifices are etched into my very being. I continue to pray, not for the past to change, but for the strength to honor their legacy and find peace within myself. I hope that somewhere, somehow, they know that I did my best, that I loved them with all my heart, and that their memory will forever be a guiding light in my life. The journey of dealing with loss is long and arduous, but it's a testament to the depth of love we shared. I carry them with me every day, in my thoughts, my actions, and my dreams. Their love is my anchor, and their memory is my motivation to keep striving for a life that would make them proud.
By Chinyere Adimora2 years ago in Families
Eight bad lessons you should avoid teaching your children .
Parenting is no easy task. It's complicated, constant, and the stakes are high. Some parents worry about messing up or making life tough for their kids. Most parents are confident in their skills, but that might not always be the case. We've compiled a list of eight bad lessons parents might unknowingly teach their kids, along with healthy alternatives to help raise strong, confident, and self-sufficient adults. For example, instead of teaching kids that snitching is wrong, parents should encourage open and honest communication about difficult situations.
By MFONOBONG EYO2 years ago in Families
