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The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Breakfast 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 FamiliesA Mothers Love is truly the fuel that enables the normal human being to do the impossible....
A letter to honour my Mother in my lifetime I thought about this moment many a time, standing at the podium in a crematorium, ready to deliver a speech for our dearest Mother’s loss. You always think that when the time comes, you know what you will say, because your heart will be gushing with pain and grief. You think about remembering your loved one …. But the reality is, that now that I stand here in front of you all, I was not sure what to say… not because I am in shock of my Mothers loss and not because I am saddened, but simply because it doesn’t feel like she has left us. Her presence is everywhere I turn.
Maia Sara Rose aka SharnyPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesA Letter To My Real Life Superhero
Defining a "mother" on the surface level may seem easy. But, if you were to ask one hundred different people, no two answers would be the same. Some children have never known a mother. Some children do have mothers but will never get to experience the feeling of motherly love. A mother to me is not just the woman who gave birth to you. A mother is the first person to teach and show you what unconditional love is. A mother is your sempiternal shoulder to cry on, your first and forever cheerleader. A mother is so much more to me than I could ever find the words to express. I wish that everyone was lucky enough to have a mother like mine.
A Winning Mom
One of my favorite memories of my mother is watching her win the Tri-Cities Badminton Mixed Doubles Championship held at a local high school gymnasium in Richland, Tri-Cities, Washington back in the late 1980s. The tourney placed her and a partner in about 6 matches total before they eventually defeated all their opponents by demonstrating excellent athleticism, skill, and focus to bring home winners' trophies🏆🏆. As a single, young widowed mother of two boys after my father passed away in 1985 when I was seven years old, she was barely in her 30s. We looked to "Mom" to take us to the local school playground where we would shoot hoops, playing favorited and introductory skill games like "21", H-O-R-S-E- and P-I-G to improve our game and shooting. Our mother would exhibit patience when we were whiney and accusing each other of cheating, encouragement and confidence if unsure about our abilities and would dole out discipline for bad grades or if we clowned around or got in trouble at school, operating in both roles for us as Dad (masculine energy/lawgiver) and Mom (feminine energy/nurturer) for a while. She has always been there for me and my siblings over the years- both Before and After being widowed young. I remember her winning the Badminton tournament as a shining moment that signified her perseverance despite the tragedy our family had recently endured that took my father away by a trucking accident. My mother was and is a winner, she never neglected us as kids, did not get caught up in a toxic partying lifestyle (not even in the 1980s - 90s); showing us 4- including my sister by marriage, an example of faith, dedication, community service, and responsibility. She was my very first Sunday School teacher at church while always remaining a career woman, gainfully employed to this day. She and my stepfather are known locally for giving back by being people of prayer and volunteering their time, food, and resources at homeless shelters in their town.
Jah-Ví da PoetPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesUnconditional
I was born, my mother's first child, her first daughter. A child she most likely had dreamt of a life for. A white wedding dress, a beautiful young woman becoming a mother herself. However, what she ended up with was a son. Twenty-one years of raising and shaping a young woman, torn to shreds in an instant. All her dreams she had for me were erased. The name tattooed on her arm next to my sisters', irrelevant in one sentence. "I want to be a man."
Drayk StahlPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesTime
It was 615, so I thought and it was time to get ready for school! I must’ve been about 8 years old, my mom had my clock set, I hit it and up it was I go! Wash my face, brush my teeth, hit the shower, throw on my clothes and head to the table for breakfast! The same routine everyday and although I had to be to school by 7 and we lived a good 15 minutes away from school, I would always arrive to school before the bell rang! I was always on time, In fact, I was always a little early! I could never really figure it out, it was like time moved slow but only in the morning, or was I just moving super fast in the morning but not likely. I mean that early in the morning, me moving quickly that early in the am? Yeah I doubt it but what was I missing? I couldn’t figure it out but I mean it couldn’t hurt right?! Never having a tardy on my record, it was all working out!
More Than WordsPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesGhost Story
You know how it is when you wake up sleepy and you can’t be sure if you’re still in a dream? Was it a dream or reality? Did my eye misguide me? I was still shaking the last strands of somnolence from my hair as I looked around for my mother. My mother? She’s 4-foot-10, a real Tokyo Japanese lady who weighed about 95 pounds. In my dream I hadn’t been in cozy quaint antiquated Frazier Park. The fuzziness was something from my teenage years: she’d been seeing me off at the train station. Grand Old Union Station, Amtrak’s flagship station in the Midwest and not Frazier Park. But it felt so real.
Kumari de SilvaPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesBe Yourself.
It started with a nasty comment in Kindergarten that went on until High School by students too immature to understand the definition of respect. "Don't let anyone ever tell you who you are or what you deserve. Only you can define that."
Come outside and look at Saturn
Come Outside and Look at Saturn By Valerie Adair Slater “Come outside and look at Saturn” with her graceful smile, was my cue I’d taken self-absorption too far. I’d reply with an eye roll but I always met her at the telescope to “see the bigger picture” and talk. When she could get a word in edgewise, she’d weave in her favorite advice. “Go put your feet in the sand or paint something but don’t wallow when there’re solutions” and we'd sit silently under the stars thinking about it.
Valerie AdairPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesBoss Mother-in-law
I feel that I am the luckiest women in the world to have the mother-in-law that I have. She has taught me many lessons in the time that I have known her. She has helped me become the women that I am today and will teach me many more lessons throughout our lives. She has helped me become the mom that I am today by showing me how to teach me kids to be independent, hardworking citizens starting at a young age. She has taught me how to approach teaching my children to always tell the truth, because you will be in more trouble about lying that you would be if you told the truth about whatever it was that you were doing and not suppose to be. She has showed me how to handle having a never ending to do list and how to balance stress. She has helped me learn to budget our finances so the we can save to enjoy our lives with our children and retire when the time comes.
Jessica MorrisonPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesThank You Mom💕
My mother was a wonderful person. She taught me many lessons, both by directly telling me what to do and by example. My mother worked at a factory before marrying my father and having a family. For the remainder of her life she was a homemaker. She grew up in a small town with her parents and siblings. She did not have much growing up, as far as material things go, but she had a loving family. When my mother married my father, she moved to the neighboring town where he lived and raised her own family. My mother loved her life as a homemaker. Even when my mother could have material things, she was not interested. She enjoyed the simple things of life. She liked to go for car rides, watch television, look at birds, deer and chipmunks, and spend time with her family. She hated to go shopping. One time my father planned to buy her a new car but the car she liked was an older model so that is the car he bought her. Most people would want a brand new car but that did not matter to my mom. Boy, did my father luck out on that trait!
Margie AndersonPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesGive them Hell
My sister recently called my Mum fierce and I loved that: I think it just about sums her up. She is most definitely fierce when you’re on the wrong side of her, when the angry finger is aloft and a piece of her mind is being given freely…
Sarah DrewPublished 3 years ago in Families