humanity
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Late for School
Late for School by Charlene Dawkins Ajani woke up zealous this morning, looking forward to school. However, today was a special day. Today, the grade fives were going on a field trip. They were going to Atlantis. He had never visited Atlantis. He heard many stories about Atlantis massive fish aquarium, with sharks, Nassau Grouper, whales, stingrays, and many other sea creatures. There were slides and many people from different parts of the world visit Atlantis.
By Charlene Dawkins6 years ago in Families
But Wait...There's More
We arrived at the hospital in Atlanta at 6:00 am on December 20, 1995. The Labor and Delivery Team was prepped and ready for action. My husband and I had the standard "Go Bag" with us, that we'd carefully prepared during the previous month. It had all of the crucial items meant to make our delivery room experience as rel axing as possible. You know, creature comforts. Soothing music for the delivery room, a camera for catching the highlights (waist up only, cause nobody needs to see that). Snacks to sustain the expectant father while he's trying to play coach and avoid fainting. The hand-picked, "going home" outfit for baby and mama. They were Santa inspired, because Christmas was less than a week away.
By Carrie Partain6 years ago in Families
My Life Behind Closed Doors of Covid-19!
When I found out that schools were going to be closed, I was shocked, excited, and concerned. I was shocked because I would never in a million years believed something like this would be happening to me in my lifetime. Excited because I really needed a break from work, trying to juggle the kids to get up in the morning by a certain time and Grad school. I was just exhausted and ready to finally be able to get some sleep. The main thing was feeling like I did not have to be rushed. I can finally take a breather at my own pace. Lastly, I was concerned because I did not know what to expect. Was it deadly? Should I be concerned for my kids? Where did it come from? So, much.
By Anatonia Garcia6 years ago in Families
Because of you
I will not make the same mistakes that you did because I will not let myself as my heart has had so much misery before you came along; now that I’m tough enough to stand my ground no matter how much you try to split me, my soul and my man up. I will not break to satisfy you nor anyone else to get what I want; you fell so hard, scream, shout and everything when you get told “no”. I learned the hard way of working towards something I want in life; if I never let it get this far screaming, demanding and everything else just because everyone would give it to you straight away.
By Lizzy Arrow6 years ago in Families
Betrayal
My most powerful and far-reaching memory, my first recalled betrayal, occurred when I was five years old. I was playing at the house of the family across the alley. My older sister played with their daughter, and I played with their son Jay, who was a few years younger than I.
By Roberta Carly Redford6 years ago in Families
The Working Mom Guilt
Monday mornings usually go about the same each and every week. I start collecting my things and secretly try to put on my shoes before my toddler notices. He knows what this means; shoes are symbolic to him. When he catches on, he frantically starts trying to find his shoes. Shoes mean Mommy is about to leave; shoes mean a meltdown is coming. He thinks that if he also puts on his shoes, he will be able to go with me. This breaks me, every single morning, this breaks me. As I give him kisses and tell him goodbye, I can hear him start to cry as I walk out the door. I have come accustomed to redoing my makeup in my car. My eyes swollen from a mix of crying and sleep deprivation. I give myself the same pep talk every morning - you got this; you can do this.
By Brandi Cullins6 years ago in Families
"Did I do the right thing?"
Did I do the right thing? It has been a year now, how time flies, it feels like only yesterday. I wake up feeling sad, lost and some days even not sure why I’m getting up. The winter cold making the days even drearier. The feeling of belonging all gone.
By Charmaine van der Merwe6 years ago in Families
Why Don’t I Have Friends Like Susan?
Why Don’t I Have Friends Like Susan? Kristyn Meyer is on a journey to make herself the best human that she can be. These posts are a reflection of that. She welcomes your support via reading and through commissioned affiliate links within her posts! To stay up to date on all of her shenanigans, please subscribe to her email list! (psst…there’s a free gift involved)
By Kristyn Meyer6 years ago in Families
Juts Kids!
That's what it was! Juts KIDS! I said to myself, "this is going to be easy, right". To be honest getting to work with kids for me wasn't very hard. For some kind of reason I found myself connected to it. But it will be better if i share with you how i get there.
By Hernán Arteaga6 years ago in Families
A Hated People
From a young age, I was taught the morals and foundation of Judaism. I attended a Jewish preschool, where I recited the prayers over the challah, wine (or grape juice for us 4-year-olds), snack and Shabbat. I earned the most mitzvah leaves in my class- each mitzvah leaf would be pinned up on our tree labeled with our name to keep track of all the good deeds we did. Being Jewish is giving back to the community and our families, providing support and prayers for those who need it, cooking delicious meals and using every opportunity to turn a Jewish holiday into a feast. Also adding a few comical Yiddish words into everyday conversation. The Jewish culture is rich in traditions, values, flavors and compassion. Coming from a reformed family mostly focusing on the familial element of Judaism and growing up in New Jersey, I imagined the whole world was favorable towards this seemingly peaceful religion. So when I found out my grandma is a Holocaust survivor and suffered through such a hatred, I had many questions.
By Emily Bright6 years ago in Families
