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How kids can benefit from learning Rubik's cube ?
Rubik cube has been an interesting pastime for both adults and children. Solving it needs quite an amount of concentration and dedication. Once you know the exact moves for getting the sides color-coordinated, it’s a matter of improving your timing when solving a Rubik cube. People have gone on to make world records in this space in the shortest possible time to even solving more than one Rubik cube at a go. More than the tricks and feats of the Rubik cube, it can benefit children to stimulate their mental prowess.
By Noman Jahangir5 years ago in Families
To My Little One..
This may be a hard read for some of you, maybe because you have experienced it, or maybe because you are terrified of it happening. Remember, be kind in all things, you never know what someone is truly going through. You never know who needs a little ray of sunshine or a sliver of hope. With that being said, in honor of Pregnancy and Infant Loss awareness month, I present to you, "To My Little One."
By Tiffani Johnson 5 years ago in Families
Random Woods 10.03.2020
Shortly After Birth The very, very first thought I had was, “Oh no, not here again!” I could see the white ceiling and light blue walls surrounding me. Then, the bars, those crib bars that I would look through for the next months of my life. I could see that the room was junky. A piano seemed to have been thrown next to my crib and a desk had been dropped over there in the corner. Looking back on it, the Sesame Street song lyrics, One of these things is not like the other, now resonates in my mind. This room was not meant for me or I was not meant for it, buy either way, it was a temporary storage place, as if I was almost an afterthought and not planned for. I was the thing that was not like the other items in the room. And I was here, reincarnated back into this life with these people who were my family. And I wasn’t all that happy about it for some reason. I wasn’t sure why.
By Leslie Jones5 years ago in Families
Granny's Tattie Soup
I remember being 7 years old and hiding under the rain cover of the hammock in my granny’s garden with my book. I stared blankly at the pages, too upset by my great granny’s nasty words to take anything in. A disembodied head with a kind smile, gentle blue eyes, and cat-like glasses, appeared under the cover.
By EthelBella5 years ago in Families
A Gift
As a young girl in a moderate American family I grew up with the concept the sky was the limit. The dreams of a lifetime rolled through my mind with imaginations of all the possibilities I might achieve. I could be a lawyer doctor an inventor of some great need yet as life went on I am still only a dreamer. As life continued on my vision became dim as the possibilities began to fade. I was married in 1975 and had resolved to be content raising a family. This was the first reality check of my life. We were unable to have children. I have always been one who continued to dream beyond the barriers and it wasn't long and the opportunity came. A relative called one night asking if we would be interested in adopting a 4 month old baby boy. This was a shock moment for us and after a few days of contemplating the need the want and the cost we called them back. All of the details were expressed and we headed to Houston Texas to meet our new son. Being young and inexperienced the excitement was our guide. Once we had arrived and saw this beautiful brown eyed little boy we knew he would be ours. It wasn't long and we were on our way home with our bundle of joy not realizing how inexperienced we were. Once we arrived home the grandparents took over and we went through a crash course of having a baby in the house. As the days went by we went through a proper adoption proceeding and now he was officially ours to raise and to love. It seemed as though he was handpicked just for us as his name was already the name of my dad and husband's brother. Life had enveloped us into a new realm that we were quiet frankly enjoying beyond anything I could imagine. Our life had purpose and fulfillment and our vision was clear. He was our son and our vision was his.
By Karen Fullington5 years ago in Families
On behalf of my son
My son is now ten years old. He has written this and asked me to share it with the world. He is an amazing, brave child who wants to share knowledge, experiences and feelings in the hopes that they might help others. The following words are his.
By Janine S White5 years ago in Families
Get Out Now!!!
Sometimes we really hide from our gifts due to emotional and physical trauma. I want to start by saying that I realize that I have had trauma from the womb. No my mom was not battered but my father died a month before I was born. I can only imagine the pain that she felt the rest of her pregnancy. Lately, I have been in search of answers regarding my father that I do not have the questions for. I do not know exactly what I want to ask. However, I said weeks ago I would dedicate this October 2020 to writing about my on and off 6 years experience of mental and physical abuse. Well, what does that have to do with my father you ask, trauma in the womb, and domestic violence. I really and truly do not know. I am sure there is a connection.
By Mecca C Eaves-Glass5 years ago in Families
Leftovers of a day...
White and blue are the colours of a home I am yet to completely discover. My grandparents migrated from there in the 60s. My mind finds bliss each time they sit and reminisce on memories from the past, temporarily transporting me away with them to the land they really call home.
By Stephanie Anna5 years ago in Families
Why We Matter
My grandmother used to tell me growing up whenever the question of race and self-identity arose, baby, we are all sooners. I would look at her puzzled and ask, "what's a sooner, Grammy?" and she would reply "we're sooner to be one thing or another." I never knew the importance of that statement until I got older. Hello, my name is Stephanie Morton, and I am a heterosexual multi-racial/cultural woman living in America. Now, what do I check on the demographic boxes? Honestly, it depends on what form it is. However, mostly I choose Black.
By Stephanie Morton5 years ago in Families
An Ugly Duckling
- Well, aunty, one day I will fly to America! -Who? You? Where? -To the United States of America! - Ah, poor you! They say to dream is for free.... Unfortunately, you are an ugly duckling in our family and I’m not sure it’s even possible. No one of our relatives ever tried to go abroad. And why?
By Nadya Shuller5 years ago in Families
