Childhood
A Secret Never shared to my mom
Mom, when i think of the many times you have been there for me, i feel ungrateful, as I haven't shown you true gratitude for the times you have saved me from myself. As a boy, I have looked to you for nourishment, for advice, for spiritual counselling, for learning to be an adult, and many more. Since that span of time, I have asked and received, but have not reciprocated the same for you.
By UGOCHUKWU HARBOR4 years ago in Confessions
Moonlight
Dear Mom, It's been 32 years since I entered this world and our relationship began. Poverty, pain, and panic attacks have littered the road, but we've made it! I often reflect on the time we have spent together and the rocky path we have walked to arrive here.
By HeyItsPhephen4 years ago in Confessions
why Violet looks years older?
As a schoolboy in Soviet Russia in the 1960s, my hands were almost never clean. Don’t get me wrong – I washed them as much as anyone else. But the school rules made us practise our penmanship in ink, which came in violet. It was the only colour of ink allowed, and it was precariously stored in a small jar, along with a wooden pen with replaceable metal nibs. Ink jars had a bad habit of constantly falling over, squirting my hands, face, uniform, notebooks and textbooks with violet blots that stayed for days. The blots, and my endless violet scribbles, are the main memories of my early education. Why did the USSR’s Communist Party leaders opt for violet ink to teach the young generation? That’s a mystery we might never be able to crack.
By Mia Lee4 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Special Needs Mama
Motherhood, what comes to mind when you think of it? Baby bottles and pacifiers? Sleepless nights and frustration from lack of latching? Maybe not, maybe you think of the little coo's and sweet new baby smell. The first steps and first words, all the precious moments.
By Bella4 years ago in Confessions
Strength
Hey Mom. I’ve never told you this before, but when you kicked Dad out of the house because he had been cheating on you, I knew what he had done was wrong, but I was angry with you. Even though he wasn’t my biological father, I was a daddy’s girl. I wasn’t crying because you were crying; my tears were those of anger and verged on hate. I can’t imagine what it was like to learn of all the other women; some of them supposed to be your close friends. You had been betrayed by so many, and the pain you felt was obvious. I should’ve been the supportive daughter, but I couldn’t help wanting him to come home. I craved the perfect little family image that had shattered. I’m not sure how, but people at school knew what had happened; maybe they didn’t know the entire story, but I could hear the gossip in the halls. I know I didn’t tell anyone, but perhaps it was clear that something was wrong when two young girls who spoke and hung out every day; just distanced themselves, not by choice, but because one’s father and the other’s mother chose to be unfaithful to their partners. Ten years of a friendship ripped to shreds in one night; that was when my anger shifted toward dad. How could he be so selfish to not only ruin both your lives but mine as well? Weeks went by, and my anger just turned into confusion. I watched as you seemed to move on, not over what had happened but moving forward. Dad begged you to let him come back, and he swore he’d never be unfaithful again. At first, his pleas fell on deaf ears, and I thought you might file for divorce. I thought I’d be at your house during the week and his house on the weekends. Slowly, he came by to spend time with us kids after work and see us off to bed. I tried desperately to stay awake; listen to the conversations you and he had while we slept, but I always drifted off. Then in the blink of an eye, we woke up, and he had stayed over the night before whatever was said changed your mind, and you said dad was coming home. I thought I’d feel relieved, but instead, I couldn’t help feeling you were weak for giving in. I had been seeing this strong woman who didn’t need a man that would disrespect her, and now I was seeing a weak woman who depended on a man so much that she would bring him back into her life. I learned over time why you did it, and I couldn’t have more respect for you. To my knowledge, he never cheated on you again. Though you never forgot, you did forgive. Seeing that made me realize how strong you were. You overcame so much pain and did what you felt was right for your family. I think you made the right decision; the kids are grown and you’re still together. Thank you for showing me strength; differently; than I had pictured it before. As much as I’d like to give you this to read, I also know you wouldn’t be able to handle some of the things I said earlier, and while you’ve never forgotten what he did I certainly don’t want to remind you of it. Ill probably never tell you the full story of how that event made me feel or how it changed so much of how I saw the world, but I love you and I can’t thank you enough for being my mom.
By Buddica4 years ago in Confessions
A Tale of Two Mother's
My tale is probably not uncommon, or rare, but it is my own to tell.A happy girl was I growing fast in a blink of an eye. Days spent gazing so softly at my mom, her graceful beauty shone through the darkest day and through the scariest thoughts. She could always make me feel safe and loved.
By Carrie Simkins4 years ago in Confessions
"Hey Mom. I Never Told You This Before, But...”
Dear Mom, When I was a little girl I lived in fear. I didn't feel safe unless you were there. Later, As a teen, I didn't want to spend time with you as I was too busy drinking and using drugs and spending time with friends. I regretted that time spent away from you when I had children of my own.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Confessions
Why Being a Mother is the Best Thing I've Ever Done
The moment my husband told me that I was pregnant, I knew my life would never be the same again. In that instant, all the doubts and fears about how having children would change my life melted away, and I knew that becoming a mother was truly the best thing I’d ever done. The love of motherhood is truly an indescribable feeling that brings so much joy and purpose to my life children.
By Healthy Lifestyle the story4 years ago in Confessions
