humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Pillars of a Boss Mom
Where is my sucker? This is an essential question for me, a toddler when my sucker was missing. I was digging in the trash for my sucker, on a mission, singularly focused until I could find it. I was not thinking about being fearful or fearless, dirty or germy, just thinking about my sucker and not thinking about the picture, just thinking about the sucker. Then, finally, after my mother snapped a picture of my first dumpster dive, I got it; I ate it. She didn't scold me; she captured the precious moment in time.
By JoAnne Scalf5 years ago in Families
Black&White
The two most important jobs or roles in this world are that of a mother and of a father. How more important could teaching and protecting another life until their able to do so on their own? There is nothing that matters more than a human beings ability to thrive and carry out their divine purpose.
By Natasha ryan5 years ago in Families
Nanay
Nanay walked into her bedroom and her palm went straight to her forehead. Classic facepalm. It has become the scene of a crime, and she knew exactly who the culprits were: EJ, Aica (my childhood nickname), Erika, Inah, Eiane, Luis, Ken, Lia, and Li-Anne. The premise of the story took place in Talavera, Nueva Ecija, a small town in the Philippines. Snow was never an occurrence, but on that day, winter came to her room. Baby powder exploded all over the hardwood floors, getting in between the creases. Her favorite scarf was left unfolded, scattered on her trampled bed. She kept things tidy and organized, being the principal of an elementary school.
By Jessica Ann5 years ago in Families
Found (by) Family: The Grafted Family Tree
Dear Mima and Mãe Tete, You’re the unexpected branches grafted into my family tree. Or maybe I’m the new one in yours. Either way, what's true is that even though we didn't start out as family, we ended up there. We don’t need DNA tests or marriage certificates to prove these bonds. Geneticists and genealogists may disagree, but in my mind, we’re forever family.
By WordSmithtress5 years ago in Families
Sacrifice
The Greatest Mother in the World "My mother is the greatest mother in the world!" Everyone who loves their mother says it without hesitation, and every one of them is right. To the child who looks to her for guidance, protection, and love, a mother is the whole world. God designed that bond to begin before we ever draw a breath; the psalmist says He knit us together in our mother's womb. The bond formed by making life, giving life, and then nourishing that life is priceless. A mother sees her own eyes, smile, and laugh in her son or daughter, little reflections she never noticed in herself until she saw them in her child. She guides, because she wants her child to have the best of everything and to grow up in love and happiness. She protects, because this child is her world given form, with her stamp on every feature. And she loves with a love she never knew she had, a love that will sacrifice everything so her child can be happy. A mother who gives up her time, her health, and her money to build a better life for her children is truly an angel without wings. So, as cliché as it sounds: my mother is the greatest mother in the world, to me.
By Dr. George Shannon Ferguson5 years ago in Families
The Absence Of Love In The World
Back in moma’s day, there was so much love. Everybody could eat at each other’s house. Everybody knew each other’s family. If a fight broke out, you would fight and make up in a few minutes time. Children respected their parents, they knew not to be in grown folk’s conversation and the “look”, meaning if moma gave u a certain look, you knew to get somewhere and sit down, meant something.
By Nerissha Hunt5 years ago in Families
Moms Sacrifice
I was born one of seven children, the second oldest child, in the 1940s to William and Dorothy Mae Smallwood. William was a long-haul truck driver and Dorothy was a homemaker. From the age of three I can remember my father beating and abusing mother in from of me and my siblings.
By Sandra L. Stockton5 years ago in Families
Four Women, Many Lessons
My mothers come in all shapes and sizes, from my birth mother with her beautiful brown eyes and endlessly comforting hugs to my grandmother, long and lean with arthritis ridden hands that still lovingly perform tasks around the house. I am lucky enough to have had a mother, a stepmother, both of my grandmothers, and all four of my great grandmothers in my life. Women hold a special place in my family because they are the backbone, the pillars of support which all the rest of us lean on when life becomes too difficult. It would be impossible to try to describe or explain all of the lessons that my various mothers have taught me throughout my life, but that won’t stop me from trying. And before I begin, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for loving me and always standing behind and beside me. I wouldn’t have made it here if it weren’t for you, all of you.
By Kaleesia Neverson5 years ago in Families
'Sewing' Traditions
Start writing...My grandmother was born in 1905. She was one of 12 children. She learned to sew through necessity. At the age of 12, grandma was given her own pair of scissors. She was expected to take extra care of those scissors. They would cut apart untold amounts of used clothing. They would be used to create a new dress or a warm winter quilt. Grandma sewed and quilted for almost 80 years.
By Lonnie Troutwine 5 years ago in Families
