parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
The Transformative Power of Forgiveness
"Bobby, she never even held her when she was a baby," I overheard my father's sister say to him one night. They were outside on my aunt's deck, drinking and catching up late into the night, after over a year of not seeing each other. They thought I had fallen asleep, but I laid awake in the guest bed, listening to them reminisce about when my father was still married to my mother. I tried not to eavesdrop, but they were revealing answers to questions I had most of my life. No one ever told me why my parents split not long after I was born. In fact, neither of them ever mentioned the divorce and rarely mentioned the other. Despite the rupture to life as I knew it and the jolting accumulation of two different homes, they acted as though everything was normal.
Katie DavidsonPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesDear Momma
To the first person that I ever met in this world, The first thing that you ever introduced me to was life. Through you, a connection with this world was made & a connection that could never be severed. “Life is temporary but energy lives forever”, these are the words that you shared with me when I was a young kid. Sitting on the front porch with the warm, soothing summer breeze grazing our faces. The way you smiled with happy confidence as you spoke these words spoke directly to my soul. The cool cement under me reminded me to always stay grounded as you pointed towards the clear blue skies & said “what you see up there, is your only limit”. I simply smiled & took it with a grain of salt. As I progressed through life, a few years later I remember sitting in your office down by the CU Denver college campus. Hearing cpr quietly playing in the background, looking out from your 5th-floor office window onto the Platte River. As the water flowed & the sun smiled at us from its reflection on the stream. You looked at me & said, “Always remember, life is like that stream. As long as you allow it to flow, the world will always be happy. The sun you see are the lives of the people you will touch. They will always be thankful for your kind, gentle but steady flow”. I simply asked “What if I don’t flow?”, you replied “Then you will be like the rock, only in the way but not stopping anything but yourself. The world will always reward you for playing your part”.
Michael "3lack" SimmonsPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesIt’s just a piece of paper
Along with teaching me to invest in a good quality mattress, to always be 5 minutes early to meetings, interviews and appointments, and to keep a keen eye out for the reduced stickers in the supermarkets, my mum taught me I was always going to be more than what any piece of paper or person thought of me.
Chloe AndersonPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesMy mother
Where to start, when most of us can say so many great things about our mothers. My mother wasn’t the best cook, but she tried , I remember many of an over cooked meal. But looking back I may have helped in making this happen. Always in trouble, with a short temper. So instead of cooking she was trying to keep and eye on me. I am currently a single full time father. While I am at work , it is my mother who has my son. And I know he is in good care. Because I know she would ruin a well planned meal to make sure he is safe. As she has done for myself in the past.
Kevin hodgsonPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesShe, the True Survivor
By the age of 5, I arrived in my very first orphanage ever, along with my younger sister and my mother. Yes, Kampus Diakonia Modern (shortened as KDM) is a non-profit charity organization for the homeless people especially the street children, they also accepted all kind of people, from the unwanted and orphaned babies up to the old people who cannot afford houses. Most of us actually street children, age 5 up to 18 years old. I will tell you more about KDM in the other story.
Ratri KelanaPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesMy beautiful #Boss Mum
My Mum met my Dad via a photograph exchange, Dad bought her a plane ticket and she came over to Sydney Australia in 1974 from Greece.
Helen PhocasPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesThe rock of the family
To describe your mother in words to people you do not know, it’s a hard thing to do. She has been the rock of the family, our glue.
The Red Dress
The Red Dress Her face looked soft during her bath time on Saturday nights. I would sit on a chair that was just outside of the bedroom door to watch her. Her hazel eyes seemed to gleam with that same light that I noticed every time she sang in her church every Sunday and at weddings.
Sandra JohnstonPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesShe's Always Beside Me
I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder when I was eleven, following a year of hell where I imagined myself killing my family, scared that I would grab a knife and be unable to not stop it. I was in full psychosis. I was afraid my cat would kill me in my sleep. I promised that if my mom died, that I’d run in front of a car. I was manic at times, and extremely depressed at others. Everyone told my mom that children couldn’t get Bipolar, but she never gave up, and took me to many therapists and doctors.
Kittyface27Published 3 years ago in FamiliesI Wish You the Very Best Of Everything!
I thought I could write this without any issues. I was wrong. She was said to be complicated but, I do not believe so. I think, Velma was very special, not so much different or complicated. Velma was able to make you smile and laugh no matter your situation just by giving that crooked, little grin of hers. The one she used when people told her something she did not believe, or when she thought something was sarcastically funny.
C~Marie RhodesPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesThe Right Mother For Me.
It can be a blasphemous thing to speak ill of one's mother, and I do it sparingly and with deference. To garner some understanding, I'll say that my siblings consider me to be my mother's favourite. Whether there is truth to it or not, there are unintended stresses that fall upon the favourite, namely the obligation to achieve, lest you fall into disfavour with both your mother and your siblings. The former for not remunerating the investment of raising you, and the latter for squandering perceived opportunities not afforded to them instead. From my perspective, I wore the 'favourite' badge by default, because I was simply the last child to sour and spurn the comforts of my childhood home. As an adult watching my own children grow, I've become aware that the childhoods of my siblings are a foreign and unrelatable thing, and if in their opinion I was afforded more opportunity then it is their right to consider it so. I saw glimpses of what my siblings counted as childhood as I grew, but being considerably younger I was unaware of the tumult of adolescence at the time, and warmly enjoyed all the attention and affection that was offered. By the time I reached adolescence myself my mother was a more skilled parent and provider and better judge of character, which led to more of what my sister would call 'getting it right,' but as time passed for us all, I came to accept that whether or not there was any favouritism occurring, the perception of it was enough to manifest such an arrangement.
Kyle TunnicliffPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesBreakfast with Dad
My dad and I are the morning people in our family. Everyone else is a night owl. When I wake up, I'm ready to go. I can sing in the morning without having to go through much of a "wake myself up," routine. I can belt out the song "I'm a morning person." (Warning: If you click this link, this song will be stuck in your head for the rest of the day.)
Jessica FreebornPublished 3 years ago in Families