The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Feisty and Constant
This is about a woman. A woman we can relate to. Maybe she is a friend, a family member, a dream, or even you. But this is her.
Walk into any public venue or walk down any public street and you will find any number of people who have an opinion on how you should parent your child. Read a magazine or go online and you will find a ton of people voicing their opinions on how to raise your child. Co-sleeping vs crib sleeping, breast feeding vs bottle feeding, time outs vs taking things away. As a parent these things can be helpful but also aggravating and very confusing. We all want to be the best parent we can be and we all want to do everything completely right by our children and it can be hard to figure out what the right thing to do is.
Staying Together for the Kids
I write this story because I am a child from a household that stayed together for the children. Growing up, I can remember never liking my father. Before I get to telling you why, let me tell you the little bit of the history I know of my father's past.
Hurt. Abused. Broken.
It all started when I was in the third grade. My dad had a better job offer in a small town in the middle of nowhere. He always worked late or just never came home. That’s when it all started. The long, dark, scary nights. I came home from my first day in third grade at my new school. I was already friends with everyone. That night, I was told by my father’s ex-wife that I was a bad girl and I didn’t deserve anything but the scraps from dinner. She had moved my room to the cold, dark, lonely basement. She tied the door shut with rope so that I couldn’t get out and the cellar door had bricks on it. She’d call me up after everyone finished their dinner (dad wasn’t home) and told me to clean up. I remember time passed and if I was hungry, I had to eat a cold can of peas. I was so skinny, the only way my body knew to protect me was to grow hair. I got sent to school with only an apple and a quarter for milk everyday. I went to school and begged my classmates for just a little bit of food.
It was January, I had made big decisions about my life. Enrolled in roller derby camp, decided not to have kids, stop seeing my "boyfriend", and work on doing better at work. It was new beginings and things were rolling along.
Thank You Mom
Dear Mom, There is no amount of words that I can ever say that will be able to help me express how truly thankful I am to have you not only as my Mother, but as my very best friend as well.
Adulthood with a Narcissistic Parent
Many people have relationships with their parents that require "maintenance" and certain amounts of care, but the relationships can grow and even evolve into respectable adult relationships that can be nurturing and compassionate.
Why You Should Call your Mom, Not Text Her
Being a sophomore in college, I have had to do my laundry by myself for the past year and a half, yet I still call my mom to ask if my black and white striped shirt from Urban Outfitters goes into the lights or the darks. I didn't realize how much I needed my mom in my life until spring semester finals week when I was trudging through the pouring rain at 7:30am to go take my finite final. Needless to say, I fell into a puddle of rain water and took my final with the same puddles in my tennis shoes, socks sopping wet. I called her and cried because A. I was on my way to take a test I was not prepared for, and B. She would know what to do. Being a teacher, my mom has always been a problem solver and ready to act in a moments notice if something went wrong. She may seem like a Debbie Downer sometimes, but in reality she just prepares for the worst, but expects the best.
My Mother is a Toxic Person: Part 1
My mother is a very raw and emotional subject for me. She is the source of most of my problems in my life, but I feel like if I am going to be honest about everything, it had better be here.
Watching a Parent Struggle
I used to think the worst thing that could happen in life would be the death of a loved one. Having someone you loved so dearly ripped from your life unexpectedly. So quick you don’t even get a chance to say goodbye or one more I love you.
Diary of a Black Baby Daddy
November 13, 2012 is the day my life changed. Whether I was ready or not, it was game time. In the hospital I sat and thought, "Man, I'm gonna chronicle all the big moments of my daughters life and share it with the world." That's where today's first lesson kicks in. "See, I'm a dad, right..." is my favorite rebuttal when discussing my laziness. I'm a 31-year-old single parent of a four-year-old daughter and sometimes I just put things to the side. See, it's easy as a parent to say, "Well, between getting a child ready for school, working 60 hours a week, making sure dinner is ready, clothes are ready, and the kid is bathed and settled for the night, I can't find the time." Yes, the time is difficult to accumulate, but if you're reading this, THE TIME IS NOW! I was supposed to chronicle my daughters growth, to share moments from birth and beyond, yet I procrastinated. My daughter is four now, so I left you guys hanging on the first words, the first steps, the first day of Pre-K, etc. My daughter is only four so there is A LOT of growing that still has to be done. So I am here now to say, don't let parenting procrastination get the easy victory. Yes, you can do it tomorrow, but hey, why not do it today?
When I was coming up, people—children—did chores to earn their allowance. Chores consisted of cleaning anything in the house outside of your bedroom.