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It takes a village to raise a family; advice and tips to make the most of yours.

A mother's daughter
If I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard “it must’ve been hard to have grown up without a mother,” “at least you turned out so well…” or just awkward, lingering silence from well-meaning individuals responding to the news that I lost my mother to a brain tumour when I was just six years old. Depending on the person, I’ll either politely agree before tactfully changing the topic or I’ll mention my father who did his best to raise three children on his own, and my older brother who started packing my school lunches the moment he was tall enough to see over the kitchen counter. But what I’d really like to say to these people is too long and detailed for a new acquaintance to hear, too deep and uncomfortable to share over most friendly dinners, and is overall too socially unacceptable for the death averse society we live in. So instead, I’ll share my thoughts with you and hope beyond the deepest of hope, that wherever in the world you are reading these words, it echoes the stories of your lost loved ones too.
By Moni.A5 years ago in Families
Mom - my friend, my child
Fiercely protective. Strict. Brutally honest. If you asked me a decade ago, to describe mom, I would have told these words without thinking and then requested you not to tell her. Today, she would laugh asking us, “so what if I was so strict” over our smirks.
By Rashmi G5 years ago in Families
Life Lessons & Mothering
The relationship between mother and daughter is perhaps the most intimate, precious and complicated human relationship in human existence. We would not be here without our mothers. They have given so much to us. Regardless of how good or bad we feel our childhoods were, we owe so much to them.
By Lorenza Bucine5 years ago in Families
She got back up
Young and unruly, grazed palms and scraped knees. When she tripped as a child or fell out of trees, she got back up. When judgement sneered
By Annalize Haughton 5 years ago in Families
Pressure makes Diamonds.
My mom has truly shaped me into becoming the woman I am today. Although I am still 22 and have a lot more Adulting to do , my mom has inspired me in so many ways. Regardless I am incredibly grateful to come from such a strong lineage of great women. When I was 2 years old , my dad was deported back to Nigeria , when we were living in canada. My mom had to raise three toddlers all by herself. While taking care of us she was balancing a job and going to school to get her license to become an R.n. At the age of 4 she moved my sisters and I to Nigeria because she wanted our family to be reunited back together but things didn't go as planned.
By Kehinde Oguntoyinbo5 years ago in Families
Parenting Pep Talks!
Hey Parents, it’s me. Who? Me—just another mom trying to find the balance of doing this thing called “parenting” to the best of my ability. Therein lies my first problem, because even my best ability is no good. So here’s your parenting pep talks to get you through TODAY.
By Natalie Stover5 years ago in Families
Housing assessment test: Does our child live in a safe environment?
Dropping, kneeling, jumping, or pushing each other. Turning, choking. Eating what is not for food. Playing with your own pet without knowing the rules of the animal's game. Leaving without adult supervision. To protect children from injury, parents need to be aware of the risks involved. True, not everyone can predict. However, much can be prevented! Therefore, parents need to be purposefully educated on how to protect their child's health and even life.
By Bimal kanta moharana5 years ago in Families
Little girls publish naked pictures and videos on the Internet
In an interview with the portal Janus.lv, Ieva Smildzēja, a social studies teacher and class teacher at Talsi State Gymnasium, who is also a mother of two, expresses a negative opinion about the fact that sexual education topics were excluded from the content of social sciences.
By Bimal kanta moharana5 years ago in Families
I am Hardly Alone
We drove home from the airport in silence; the car reeked of detergent from the freshly cleaned and folded clothes, emanating with an unfulfilled purpose from the luggage. Despite having the whole backseat, I struggled to make myself comfortable, I couldn’t even tell him the bad news yet because of the time difference. It would still be dark where he was, only the nurses would be awake, I didn’t want to ruin Mum's night any more than her day.
By C Hillier5 years ago in Families
TEA CUPS AND ROSES
It was my closest friend of 47 years, to be exact, who first mentioned my mother's hands. We were enjoying afternoon tea as she commented "Look at those hands, aren't they amazing. I know them so well and they are always there, for support! don't you agree?" and we both laughed joyously as we knew this was so true.
By Natalie Sierocki5 years ago in Families
Chained Up to a Memory
What is memory? How it affects us, and why do we have it? Does it stay or after time becomes transparent? This question has no exact answer. Memory can bring a smile into a face or tears and pain to the person. It can hold you in either way if it is a burst of sunshine like a moment or coldest and deepest fear. How does it happen? The main answer is fear. When past days were too good, we are afraid that it will never be the same. It makes us feel depressed, hopeless and filled with sour fear. Also, when the past has been cold and dark, we are afraid to feel it again. My mother has taught me how to get rid of the chains and cliffs of the past. Get ready to dive into the memory of mine.
By Zhan Swain5 years ago in Families
My Dear Mum
My mum she stood 5 foot 10., 165 pounds, I grew up in Brooklyn NY in an area known as "Little Sicily" my dad was Italian You would think. That this woman would not be very agile. But yet she managed to always be in my face when I least expected it. My mom was loving and kind. And I was her only child. However, I was not ever spoiled. You know how they say, spare the rod and spoil the child and how they always say that the only child is a spoiled child. Not in this house. There are times that I remember. when I didn't do as I was told to do. It always seemed that she came from out of nowhere to make sure. She disciplined me.
By Khadijah Ameena Hamidah5 years ago in Families