Kids are cute, they are adorable, and they give parents a great sense of accomplishment. And, of course, loving them and attending to their needs is what makes you a good parent. But is it okay to love your kids more than your spouse? No, it is not. This is why:
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It's every child's dream to make their parents proud. While it's every parent's dream to see their child become successful with whatever they do. Meanwhile for Nigerian parents, their dream is to see their child become a successful Doctor or a successful Engineer. This is the hope and dream for most Nigerian parents. They believe that they know what is best for there child. I happened to be living with family who thinks they know what's best for me and not me myself. This short story is about how I freed myself from my family and decided to be on my own at the age of 19 to find my identity on my own. The title of this story is "Ominira," which means being free. Ominira is a Yoruba word, which happens to be my native language. I'm actual not fully fluent with this language, but can pick up on some words.
I can recall going to see my doctor and asking him a question during my checkup.
Mom, Mother, Mommy, Mama. Not sure which one I will permanently go by, I will leave that up to Makaio to decide once he starts talking. However, I have come to find a whole new appreciation for mothers ever since I joined the mom club.
Emotions; when it comes to my inner-most and vulnerable response to a particular situation or person: guard those feelings at all costs! “Build that wall!” Keep them concealed. Remain stoic and uninterested. Last but certainly not least, never, ever, EVER allow a soul to discover that their actions effect you enough to ruffle your feathers.
A lot of parents are faced with the pressure to perform better, not knowing that they already give their best. As long as you are continually doing the right thing, then you’re okay. Here are a few pointers to why slowing down your busy parent life is imperative and how to do it:
I am writing this in my university bedroom, approximately two hours after coming off of FaceTime with my parents, on a normal Sunday morning. Something said at the end of my FaceTime call with my father has triggered me to write this. I think this piece will probably be saved as a draft numerous times, before I feel it is ready to share.
High school graduation is an exciting time for young people and their parents. In most cases, the parents are even more nervous about their children graduating than the young adult is. This is some advice for parents of new grads.
You know, one of the first things a stranger said to me when I took my newborn daughter out for the first time, was, "Oh, you're too young to be a parent!" But, as much as Pauline, the waitress from Pizza Hut, might've offended me that afternoon, as I scoffed my face with sundae sprinkles, I never quite took it too close to heart. Because I felt like I could prove the bitch wrong someday. And it started off by complaining to management and getting a £20 refund from our next order. But that was besides the point. I was going to prove to this stranger and anyone else who doubted my parenting methods that I was capable of raising a child. Even if that did mean having to lose the balloon hats at TGI Fridays. Because, you know, I'm an adult, and adults don't wear balloon hats. Unless on special occasions. But anyway, as I was saying.
There is no place like home. The majority of older adults would rather spend their twilight years in a familiar environment, surrounded by the people they love. It’s only natural.
As in fairy tales, the stepmother is generally deemed as evil: Lady Tremaine in Cinderella, The Queen in Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Mother Gothel in Rapunzel, and last but certainly not least, Maleficent. These scorned women often live in the shadows of a beautiful princess who sings with a voice so beautiful, forest animals appear. A peasant girl forced into indentured servitude, who fits the glass slipper as if it were made for her foot exclusively—because it was! A stepmother so envious, she exiles the young child to a dark, sky-reaching tower, her beauty hidden from all the land. A woman so evil, she goes as far as cursing a newborn child, as a means of seeking revenge on the child’s father.