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Dear Mom
You raised me. You know what I was taught. You know how my brain works. You know stubborn I am, how hardheaded. You know I think before I make decisions, even if the thinking process is just me saying F-it. So, before we get into this whole engagement/wedding drama there are some things you should know.
Freedom's Restraint
I have to say, my life has truly been blessed. I've been told that my childhood and even teen years have been better than my oldest siblings. I've been told that I have more freedom to do things than they did when "they were your age." I find it kind of funny because even with all this freedom, I've still felt restrained from myself. Don't get me wrong, I love my family to bits and pieces, but we all have those moments and sometimes we have our whole lives questioning if we even fit in. Mine just happens to be my whole life.
Adeline CooperPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesTo Be or Not to Be a Mompreneur
At the heart of every great mother should be a stable, secure, and strong woman who knows her worth, role, and value. As you can see from the photo above I am a proud mother of six beautiful children ranging in age from three to 20 years old. Becoming a mother is the best thing that has ever happened to me but I did not want it to be the only thing that happened to me.
Shafiah KhabeerahPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesSeventy
Written About My Papa As August 2014 winds to a humid close, the lid to my heart’s cedar chest of memories hearkens back to another August, one distant and cloaked in a recollection inherited from an old soldier of "The Greatest Generation" that I once called Grandpa.
Drew LindseyPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesForgiveness
The hardest decision I’ve ever had to make was taking Jonah off life support. I was his mother, I was supposed to protect and shelter him from the evils in this world. It’s my fault he’ll never see his fifth birthday. It’s my fault he’s dead.
A Little About Me
New day. I'm feeling good, overall. I have three boys, 15, 12 ½, and 11. I am truly blessed to have been with my husband for the years we have been together. We met when I was 18, fresh out of high school. Well, I was about to graduate when we met, but we started dating that fall when I started college.
Silvia QuirozPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesHow Did I Let It Get This Bad?
I was always quick to brag, I have three children from the same man who I've been with for ten wonderful years...such bullshit. Well, at least the wonderful part.
Gino CollinsPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesMoving Out Leads to Freedom
I remember moving out like it was four weeks ago—only it was. I will never forget the look on my mother’s face when I told her that I would not be spending another night under her roof, but under the Whitmore's. Her look was emotionless yet I could feel every emotion she felt—like they were screaming at my directly. The room stood silent but tense as my heart dropped from my chest to my toes. I could feel my mother’s heart shatter through her chest which proceeded in shattering mine. September 25, 2017 was my first day of college, the start of my freshman year, and the day I moved out and found freedom.
Harley TuckerPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesHere Captain! Dear Father!
For some reason I always picture my father in the week where autumn turns to winter. It’s his favorite time of year because it’s where he feels most comfortable, which makes sense because my father is a man who likes to feel comfortable. Comfortability is the first step to having the upper hand, I think, and the upper-hand is a mandatory thing for men like my father, no matter how few there might be. And there in my head, with him in those last few days of November, sitting in a rocking chair on my porch, puffing on a pipe, frameless glasses and all, pursuing a Robert Frost collection, I am okay with him having the upper-hand.
Finnegan AlexanderPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesTaking the Blame
If you read part 1, " He's the one!",you may be wondering, what happened within the family to put them against me in such a sudden and odd way. Why would they do such a thing? What did I do to bring this upon myself? Valid questions. My part was being immature and quick to temper. This is how it started and it unfolded like this.
Existance EnthusiastPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesPaper Houses
When I was eight years old my father told me that we had money problems and so I brought him my piggy bank. What was only pennies and dimes to most were riches to me? Even with what meagre savings I had to offer, it was offered nonetheless. My father looked like he was going to cry.
Becca VolkPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesPet-Peeves of Mine
First things first, pet-peeves are often used to describe things or actions that really get on a person's nerves. I have quite a lot of those and often far too many to name. Yet, I've managed to come up with a list of five that really, really, get to me on a day to day basis.