advice
It takes a village to raise a family; advice and tips to make the most of yours.
Life
Isnt it funny how life happens so fast? One minute your a kid wishing to be an adult, then next thing you know your an adult wishing you were a kid again. You have kids and in a blink of an eye they are getting older and it seems to go by so fast. You remember all the things you did with your friends, feels like yesterday. Memories come flooding back as if they just happened. Amazing isn’t it? To remember all that stuff and to see where you are now? Take life slow, do things you love, have fun, don’t be scared of risk. Live life to the fullest. Do not have any regrets. You cant change the past but you can change the future. I’ve learned that if you dwell on the past you aren’t going to ever see past it. Things happened for a reason. You can’t change it, it’s hard to see that sometimes. I sit and wish I did things differently all the time. Then you loose people so fast.. and you realize that you don’t know when your last day with someone is.. when the last time you talk to someone, you don’t know if that’s your last time talking to them or not. You don’t know if you’ll see them again.. and that my friend, is scary. So enjoy the little moments, enjoy the laughs, the fights, the love. Don’t take life for granted. It can all be taken within seconds. I tend to overthink everything. It’s hard to enjoy life when your worried about every little thing. If you don’t enjoy it though you’re going to miss it. Then you’re going to regret it. Get that tattoo, get that peircing. Dye your hair that color, move away, quit your job if that’s not what you want to do.. spend more time with your family and friends, because when they aren’t there anymore you’re going to wish you spent more time with the people you love and care about. Sit back and remember the good times. The fun you had with whoever you hung out with. Funny stories you were told, tell them to your kids, even if it’s embarrassing. Don’t get so mad at your kids.. you’re there to teach them not scold them for messing up. They are humans, I’m sure you made mistakes too. You’re suppose to be their safe place, comfort zone, make them feel safe. Make it known they can trust you with whatever it is they have to tell you, because if not then they will be worried and they won’t come to you when they need you. So many people lose the people they love and regret not being there more, or taking it for granted. You don’t wanna be sitting in bed or at a table or at a grave and wish you were around more then you were. You never know when your last day with someone is. So don’t take it for granted. Go to lunch, go see a movie, go out. Do things with the people you love even if it’s just sitting at a dinner table having conversations. Those are the best times. Hug your significant other, appreciate the time you have with them. Even if it’s simple as playing a game, watching a show, laughing at “stupid” things. Don’t take the time you have with them fighting, or seeing the wrong they do. Be there for them, protect them, show them your there no matter what. They need that. Your girlfriend/boyfriend being a little clingy? Think to yourself “what if I didn’t have her/him here” love life the way it is.
By Dezarea Quarles4 years ago in Families
The white elephant montain
On the other side of the Ebro River valley, the white hills are rolling. On this side, there is a white field with no trees, and the station is in the middle of two railway lines under the sun. Immediately adjacent to the station was a house shrouded in stifling shadows, with a string of bamboo bead curtains hanging over the open doorway of the bar to keep the flies away. The American and the girl who was with him were sitting at a table in the shade outside the house. It was very hot and the express train from Barcelona would not arrive for another forty minutes. The train stopped at this transit station for two minutes and then continued on its way to Madrid.
By Moxadple ggg4 years ago in Families
Site 23
I could never forget the first camping trip I spent with my father at Campsite 23. I learned so much about who he truly is, and I learned a lot more about myself as well. On that first morning on the first day, I woke up before he did to the sound of birds chirping above our tent. I look over and he’s still dead to the world. He doesn’t usually sleep in but now we’re on vacation and he’s earned it. So, I spend the next 20 getting up as slowly as I can; pulling on my clothes a few inches at a time, and when I unzip the tent I do it in bursts that last a few seconds, so I don’t wake him up. I zip, then look over my shoulder to make sure he’s still sleeping. Then zip and do it again. Repeat until there’s enough room to slip my leg through and leave the tent; we’ve probably all done it. And when I finally managed to crawl out of the tent and step into the early morning air, I just breathe a sigh of awe and relief when I look around at the world. This is exactly what my dad and I were looking for in a campsite. Beautiful trees with the scent of sap and pine needles. The sun had just started to rise, sending a golden wave across the site. Big Gull Lake was the perfect choice; its waters are a mirror glowing pink in the early morning light. I wish I could take a snapshot of this in my head, so I never forget it. My father and I had worked all summer so we could afford to live; my Dad has been driving trucks for a job for the last thirty years, and he’s been to cities all over the world. But there’s nothing he loves as much as being out in nature. And I feel the same way. I’d been saving to go to Toronto for university in the fall, and I really did feel ready to go, but not before I got to be out in the woods for a little while and make the most of the time I have to do nothing.
By Connor Williamson4 years ago in Families
My moms brothers and our spiritual family!
Two months after, my mom passed away in an untimely death. I felt the need to write this writing piece up on behalf of her legacy, on behalf of her family, to let people know of the footprints my mom walked and all the men in her life she thanked who role-modeled fatherhood; starting with her brother Ken who finally found her!
By Irene Mielke4 years ago in Families
Dear Dad
Dear Dad, I know now about generational trauma. In September 6, 2020, when I stepped off a diving board and had a seizure and nearly drowned in the deep end of the child hood camp ground pool you taught me swim in, in front of my poor daughter; passing on trauma, I began to wake up.
By Zelda Foxx4 years ago in Families
