parents

The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.

  • Sahira Parveen
    Published 2 months ago
    Everyday heroes

    Everyday heroes

    28th May 2020
  • Jennifer Christine Clark
    Published 2 months ago
    My dad

    My dad

    Where do I start? Let me say that my dad is always there for me. Whether in good times or in bad times. He is even there for me when I need help. From playing choo-choo train to my room and tucking me in my bed at night and keeping the boogieman away so that I could sleep, to going with me to my competitions. He was my cheerleader. He always showed me love and support. Helped me with homework when I didn't understand it.
  • Cory Alexander Hernandez
    Published 2 months ago
    Guardian Angel

    Guardian Angel

    Here we go.
  • M F
    Published 2 months ago
    This is the Part You’re Never Prepared For.

    This is the Part You’re Never Prepared For.

    The part that no one can tell you how you’re supposed to feel, what you’re supposed to do. What the right thing to do is. What you need to do.
  • madeleine rene
    Published 2 months ago
    Why are many parents obsessed with eating

    Why are many parents obsessed with eating

    Food fuels us with energy to function, enhances the immune and disease prevention systems, consociates us, thus, leaning our lives towards the positive.
  • Erika Farrah
    Published 2 months ago
    Truest Heroes

    Truest Heroes

    There has been nothing easy about the 2020 COVID-19 pandemic. We are all struggling and what I'm about to tell you, I am sure many of you have experienced as well. In March, I had been furloughed from my job as a waitress. I have had to apply for unemployment. I am living with my parents (though I now jokingly say they live with me and just happen to pay for everything). I am single with little social life, and even less now as the majority of my friends live in other states. I have done the best I can to remain in contact with them thanks to social media and online game nights, but they do not compare to the real thing of being with them in person.
  • Madeline Keys
    Published 2 months ago
    Being a Mom has Made me Love Mine More

    Being a Mom has Made me Love Mine More

    I have been a mom for almost 7 months now, well 16 if you count the time my daughter was in my belly. In my short time being a mom, I am just beginning to understand some ways my own mom must have felt. And so Mom, here's a letter for you.
  • Megan
    Published 2 months ago
    Dear Mom,
  • Pat Strong
    Published 2 months ago
    Father or Dad, is there a difference?

    Father or Dad, is there a difference?

    Dad or Father - what is the difference? is there a difference?
  • Authentically Me
    Published 2 months ago
    Growing Up

    Growing Up

    I have been learning a lot over the course of this past year. Even now, as I look at my past self several months ago, there is a heavy sense of embarrassment. Possessiveness and jealousy comes easy to someone who is not used to receiving the emotional support they crave as a human being wired for connection.
  • Shawna Williamson
    Published 2 months ago
    Step parents, Hero's on Call

    Step parents, Hero's on Call

    When my mother and father first divorced I adjusted to it in a strange way. My dolls in my dollhouse never had the dad, he always lived in a shoe box or on a shelf in my closet. Other than that I was fine with adjusting to having to go to my fathers every other weekend and only having a stuffed dog and a box of crayons at his house. But my mother told me something when I got older that I thought was strange and a little sweet. I never wanted my mom to marry again because I thought that meant they would leave us. Now I know that is common for young children to assume. My mother ended up with this man who later became my step dad and like most step parents, you don't truly see them for how amazing they can be until you're grown up.
  • Corrie Coffey
    Published 2 months ago
    Sometimes

    Sometimes

    Sometimes I find myself wishing I was all alone. Having the house to myself for a quest breakfast, a quiet midday nap or a quiet dinner. Then I feel a tinge of guilt. I'm a mother, not an individual, right?