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Even Miracles Take a Little Time
We all know the rhyme. So why is it that I'm yet to finish? Welcome to my bare all story of trying to conceive. So a bit about me. I'm 27 and recently married to the love of my life. I guess you could say we were childhood sweethearts—I fancied a guy four years my senior and he didn't know who I was until I was 18—a modern day fairy tale! Years later, we met again in a local supermarket and I fell into total and complete love. I've never known anything like it. It's the most natural high you can experience and let me assure you, you never want it to end!
By Hannah Mulcahey8 years ago in Families
Through Dad's Eyes
This is the journal of a dying man. My kids won't know everything from my life. They're barely old enough to realize daddy is sick. I sit in this room in the back of my mother's house at 33-years-old and I am facing a hole in the ground that is about six feet deep. Part of me wants to just jump in and escape the pain I'm in. Part of me wants to rewind the time, undo the things I did that will take me away from the lives I created. Were the times I had getting myself into this mess really worth the price that they'll pay without me here; were they worth the price I'm paying now? Every day I wake up to pill after pill and another day of doctors and IVs just to get through. Maybe I'll be here for the next birthday, or the next holiday. Maybe... Maybe not. At this point in my life, that shouldn't be a question. The reality of it is—my reality anyway—is every day, every hour, minute, second, every breath is a question. I can only hope and pray at this point. "Give me one more, God, please just one more. I want to see my daughters playing in the park just one more time. I just want one more kiss goodnight. I want to get to read one more bed time story. I don't want to go now, God, please let me hang on for a while longer. At least until they know me."
By Jade Grayson8 years ago in Families
Boys, Boys, Boys
I have not one, not two, but THREE smelly boys. They range in age from: 15, which translates to eating every minute of the day, body odor, a constant boner, very long showers, his phone is now a growth on his hand, and my aversion to EVER stepping foot in his bedroom again.
By Jennifer Terrell8 years ago in Families
My HG Pregnancy
I have Hyperemesis Gravidarum, which is also known as HG. HG is rare and happens during pregnancy. It is defined as excessive vomiting during pregnancy, which causes dehydration and weight loss. HG also comes with extreme nausea which makes eating almost impossible when it's at its peaks. I was diagnosed at about 10 weeks.
By Alisha Miller8 years ago in Families
The Seven Stages of Grief
The Seven Stages of Grief When my father passed away in 2015, it was a rough time in general. He had cancer in his lungs, esophagus and a tumor pressing on his brain, impairing his speech. It was hard because neither my brothers nor I had ever dealt with a death in the immediate family like this before. Thankfully, he already planned everything out ahead of time. I often wonder if I grieved in the appropriate manner. I’m still not sure if I did, or I just did it my own way. I was told by many people that it would eventually hit me, and hit me hard. Maybe it did subconsciously, because I never felt like it did. I decided to look into the seven stages of grief and give my outlook on them from my experiences.
By James Howell8 years ago in Families
A One Parent Child
They say there are two sides to every story but this is from a child’s view, a third side to this story. I have never grown up with any sort of male influence in my life. It’s always been me, my mom, and my little brother. I don’t know who my father is. I have nothing. Not for want of trying, but because no one is willing to listen to the cries of a broken heart. A void sits in my heart and has done for 27 years. I never really thought about having two parents when I was very small but then I listened to the other children in my classes and that’s when it hit me, I only have one parent. The other children would get excited to go on picnics or go to the beach with their mommies and daddies. I got excited if my mother would watch Saturday morning cartoons with my brother and I. I began to ask questions but my mother always shut me down, as a child I should be seen and not heard. When I was just 10 years old my mother admitted that my brother and I do not share a father, making us step brother/sister. Naturally I began telling people that we were not real siblings, to which I was repeatedly told off for. The world was already confusing me. The other children in my classes couldn’t understand why every Father’s Day I drew my mother a card. I didn’t want to be left out of all the fun, doing arts and crafts. As I progressed into high school my interest in my father dwindled as my studies and home life took up all of my time. I began asking questions again at the age of 14. This is when I was assigned a counsel lot in school and diagnosed with reactive depression and social anxiety. By 16 I was diagnosed with chronic depression and severe anxiety. My days were spent in darkness. I was bullied in school due to an undiagnosable skin condition I have on my face. Home life was no picnic either, the neighbors making comments about the amount of chores I was forced to do compared to my little brother. He is only two years younger than me but has always been the golden child, being a boy. Once I turned 16 I decided I wanted information about my father and I knew, by law, I am entitled to know at least his name. However, my mother thought differently and only told me he gave me up before I was born. The rest of my family think that my mom has no idea who my father is, there is also the illusion that my brother's father is also mine. My brother and I had a paternal DNA test done and proved we are not paternally related, only maternally. All I have ever asked is for his name since I was very small. Now, at the age of 27, it is no longer my priority to find him. If he knew how to find me and found me then I would give him that chance.
By Sydni Kasem8 years ago in Families
Living in Silence
Imagine for a moment, you ask your 2 year-old to say Apple or Mommy. Son, would you like some More Wah-Ter? Say Plee-ease. Now imagine that you won't hear him say these words until he is almost 5 years old. He is quiet and will often not engage in eye contact for fear of being spoken to and to have to reciprocate. Not even a simple Hello. How long had I waited for him to say Mommy or say that he loves me too.
By Christine Holden8 years ago in Families
Miscarriages and Misconceptions
There has always been a great debate about abortion, long before Roe v Wade. Some people believe that it is immoral and that it is murder. Others believe it is a woman’s choice since it is their body. I am going to go into this from a male perspective and beyond.
By James Howell8 years ago in Families
Momma's Little Mermaid
She danced and played throughout the waves. The familiar sounds of currents hitting the rocks nearby brought a smile to her bright, little face. She flipped her tail up and down. In circles she swam round and round. The icy water brought her great joy. And she giggled as it enveloped her tiny body. She splashed and jumped with so much courage, it brought me pride and I waved.
By Breeze Ghaluntah8 years ago in Families
Don't Raise Your Kids to Be D*cks
Parenting is difficult for anyone, but as parents, we must do all we can to raise our kids the best we can. They are our legacy and the future of the world. They will encompass all that we are in a tiny package, so for God’s sake, raise your kid’s not to be dicks to others.
By Shamus Roan8 years ago in Families
