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Even Kids Have Bad Days
My middle son is…a challenge. I thought I had this motherhood thing down to a science until he came along. Little E (as I call him) is an old soul that seems to see the world like an adult would. He is pretty cynical. I have no idea where he gets that from. It’s me, he gets it from me.
By Jessica Hillis6 years ago in Families
The 4 Gift Rule Keeps Christmas Simple
It's that time of year again! If you are like me, this time of year can be pretty stressful trying to budget gifts for your family. Sometimes that stress can make the holiday a little less fun. But it doesn't have to be that way!
By Jessica Hillis6 years ago in Families
Ungrief
Over the past year I can say I have been on an emotional roller coaster of emotions. My parents, my mother and my uncle (who was also my godfather), had been ill for a long time. Both my sister and I lived quite a distance away from them and due to family issues of our own and were only able to help our much younger nephew who lived with them with managing their care through phone calls and a constant open three-way text. Other than the information he relayed to us, we had no idea what was going on. I sent county workers out to their house but I was told that they couldn't help. My sister and I found out way too late we were being fed a huge web of lies.
By Geri Spears6 years ago in Families
Di the Book (Part 2)
Dad Ok so I haven't said a great deal about my dad in this so far, that’s probably because when I was six and G was four mum cast him out. Dad went to live at my uncle Tubby's (C's) house where my grandmother also lived. I remember other children at school talking about their weekends with their daddies and how weird it was at home especially when their mummy's got new boyfriends. I had an overwhelming sense of dread when mum said "Your father is going to nannies for a while" - I knew he was never returning. I remember the day like it was yesterday, dad with a bag plodding up the driveway towards his work lorry. The tears starting to sting my eyes as I stared through the net curtains, not really believing what I was seeing. Why didn’t he fight for us? When do we get to see him? Why cant I go too? Why didn’t mum love him anymore? Was it dad not loving us anymore?
By Diane Campbell6 years ago in Families
