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I Miss You Dad...
February 11th, 1991 is a special day for me. Besides being my birthday I also share it with my father, a Jr., making me the Third. I've never met anyone who shares the same name and the same birthday as their father so I most definitely feel unique and downright special in that regard. See the thing is, usually with special things at least part of them are in fact bittersweet. Such is life right? I have no memories of my father, a larger than life man I only know through a handful of pictures and second-hand stories. A real superhero to me...a man who could do no wrong. Three months to the day I came into this world, he left it on May 11th, 1991. I recently learned that he was never supposed to make it past December of 1990 but he held on strong to meet his child...a child he had no idea of the gender at the time but loved all the same. I was a surprise, a son with his name, born on his birthday. I can only hope that something so unique and special as this dulled the pain he must have been in on his hospital bed, even just for a minute.
By Ragnar Josephson5 years ago in Families
Operation= Shoebox??!
It all started years ago, somewhere between ages eleven and fifteen, my Mother started collecting shoe boxes. She has always been a little eclectic, maybe borderline hoarder, but with an inclination for organized hording. She has always had a knack for sale shopping, and would stock up on a lifetime supply of the most random things you could think of. Living room furniture because storage for canned goods, boxed of noodles and granola bars that she had doubled and tripled coupons on, in order to leave the store with them owing her money, instead of the other way around. With a family of six, who could blame her? She did the best she could, and her best kept us fed and secure.
By Emily Atchley5 years ago in Families
A Great Deed
During the pandemic of 2020, I was essencial. I work as a notary, making house calls to sign documents and shipping them off. My schedule fluctuates so I'm pretty flexible to get extra time with my sons. My two boys, 8yr and 15yr were both ripped from their schools and confined to the prison we once called home. From ending 1st and 7th grade, to summer of noone, and onto 2nd and 8th grade. I made it clear thathat’s t they were to stay home but after 9 months of home, they were willing to do anything to get out. As a mama, I had to stay strong and hold my ground. My fiance stayed home with the boys, unable to get work and lend an extra helping hand to raising the puppy we welcomed in June.
By Cynthia Hendrickson5 years ago in Families
Full Circle
When I was seventeen I was living on the streets, working at a deli in Mesa, Az. Some how I met a drug dealer from Utah, yeah fucking Utah, go figure. Through this drug dealer I met a man, a father and a husband, says him. I am not sure yet, since we just met, but what he says sounds great. This could be it, possibly a way out. What should I do, lie and say I know Spanish? Then without warning I heard myself say, "I can help you, I can be your nanny." So with that and just like that my life changed.
By Vonia Martin5 years ago in Families
Ma/Mom/Mum
Many people would look past yet another story about a mother’s love,thinking the “act of kindness” is one of many attributes that comes hand in hand with motherhood,but how far could one actually go? My mum showed she would do absolutely anything and did go truly above and beyond at a time when i needed her like I’ve never needed anyone before.
By Laura gannon5 years ago in Families
Fireflies
They say that you really never see a thing until it’s time. That’s probably why it had lain there so long. In all the days she’d clambered around his desk, creating imaginary worlds in the cubby behind the study door and generally disturbing his quiet working space, she’d never noticed it. But today, as she cleared his things away for the final time, it caught her eye, wedged between the radiator and the windowsill - small enough for a pocket, big enough to contain a universe.
By Deirdre Morrison5 years ago in Families
Wounded Womb
As a child, I've always dreamed of having a family but at 12 my family was torn apart at the age of 12. One day my parents told me and my siblings they were divorcing and the next day my mom was gone. It was time for her to spread her wings and live her life.
By Tiffany Berry5 years ago in Families
Tired Mom
Walking down the stairs to her room, her heart feels like lead seeing the ever growing pile of laundry, the kids never seem to change their clothes, how is there so much laundry?? She makes a mental note that sometime between getting the kids in bed, lunches made and a few more hours of studying, she can probably squeeze some time in to fold the laundry mountain and maybe get to the dishes.
By Jessica Marusyk5 years ago in Families
