The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Adventures In Parenting
Single Parenting How did I get there? Well, at a young age, not to toot my own horn, I was pretty lucky when it came to the ladies. Sometimes too lucky. Then, my childhood sweetheart took an interest. We'd grown up living across the street from each other for 8 years. Suddenly, after a couple of failed attempts, she started hitting on me! I put it that way because it came as quite a shock.
A moment in time
Get the fuck out! You’re a stupid young slut! Those might have well been the words she said to me. I can’t remember what else was said. Just how I felt afterwards. I felt lost. Confused. Torn and hurt. How could my mother tell me these things.
The Irony of Life
My dad was a strict man. He use to tell people that with 5 daughters he had to be. He had years of medical school and residency and finally a job offer that would leave him with more free time, or so I thought. My sisters and I would do our best to be quiet when we heard him either come home from work, doing the bills, from an exercise run, basically anytime we knew he may be tired or stressed.
Discovering Myself On My Front Lawn.
When I was fourteen, I sat with my father outside our two-story house. We were on our front lawn, knees in the grass, daisies surrounding us. He had been teaching me how to garden. He would dig the dirt from the ground and take it away, placing the flowers in its place. Coming to sit us, my mother brought her laughter and orange juice outside. She would take her place next to my father, sketching the marigolds or petunias for a watercolor. Drawing on the concrete with chalk, my sister joined us too. I watched my family, taking in that moment for a while. My father loves the earth. He believes the trees and forests were created for him, and he told me that flowers were “the strongest of all.” My mother is just as imaginative. She pretends every home cooked meal is a masterpiece, and tells me that the sunrise is her favorite painting. My father and mother have always known exactly who they are and what they desired.
To my parents with school aged children: How YOU doin?! No, seriously...
So here we are, in the later days of 2021 and COVID-19 is still ruining our lives. To those of you thinking I’m being dramatic, must be nice being childless. I mean, I assume you ARE childless because every parent I know has been negatively affected by this pandemic UNLESS they are wealthy. Childless Americans are screaming, "Parents have it easy! They get stimulus checks and more money on their taxes!”, “Why do they pay you for being a parent? I get nothing for being a single adult with no children.” Or my personal favorite, “Your children are your responsibility. It’s not the governments’ fault you can’t take care of them!”
Who Am I?
I have only recently began sharing stories about my life, I suppose it took nearly forty-five years for me to over-come the timidity and uncertainty of speaking out.
Path of Life
My home was born in the Soviet winter of 1932. Flat-footed, warm-hearted, thin, but wielded more strength than anyone I’ve ever met.
Finding Out You're Adopted With eBay
Nor did I ever expect to be writing about being adopted - I guess no one's ever prepared for that situation. I always knew that my dad wasn't my real dad because I was told he wasn't from a young age, but he had always considered me as his own. Now, I never really questioned my mum not being my biological mother. I mean we look-alike, and people would say so too. The only difference was our characters, but I never really took it as a sign that she wasn't my mother.
Mum in a Pandemic
Dear Diary, The first day of school is here. K has been desperately waiting for this day; waiting to get her uniform back on, and waiting to see her friends.
Positive Form of Guidance
Conduct issues are unavoidable in kids that are at the developmental phase of their turn of events. Resolving these issues and giving understudies the model of conduct that is considered OK, in this manner, ought to be looked for as a significant educational objective. By consolidating a few methodologies pointed toward inspiring students, engaging in their feelings, and building the discourse with their families, a teacher will help the ideal interest group informing their practices toward more scholarly ones.
You Will Pay Through the Nose for Therapy but Keep Lying to Your Kids
I lied to my kids early on and I wouldn’t change a thing. I swear. It seems like I am being pressured to do some atoning, though.
Again, again. I call her again.
Again, again, she calls me again… A girl who idols me, one who is just a friend. But our past is long and etched in pen.