children

Children: Our most valuable natural resource.

Nightime Flights
Dedicated To my beautiful daughter. Who my heart swells with love for. 'Little Kaia is a beautiful 5 year old girl. She has bright blue eyes and curly rainbow hair. Her Rockstar flair is all thanks to her Mommy Mya who has pink curly hair!'
By Mila5 years ago in Families
5 Horrible Things About Parenting a Transgender Teen
Parenting any teenager can be simultaneously wonderful and stressful. Parenting a transgender teenager can have additional struggles that may seem impossible to overcome at times.
By Zada Kent5 years ago in Families
4 Tips for Getting Rid of Old Toys as Your Kids Age
As a parent, you've undoubtedly asked yourself more than once why a toy or two was in your living room or kitchen and not in your child's toy box where it belonged. You may have even tripped on a small piece and threatened to toss all toys. Perhaps you have multiple children and have even had to break up a fight over a toy that suddenly both wanted to play with or possess. If that is you, know that you aren't alone.
By Regina Thomas5 years ago in Families
The Good Old Days: Taking on the Outdoors With Your Kids
When we think about the good old days of our childhood, images of playing outside for hours on end with our friends, begging our parents to stay outside for an extra half hour, and getting our children’s raincoats muddy without caring all spring to mind. Nowadays, technology plays a significant role in our children’s everyday lives, making their experiences different to ours. Although mobile phones, game consoles, and the internet allow them to entertain themselves for hours on end, spending time outdoors and socialising with their friends in person is very important.
By Alicia Walker5 years ago in Families
Ghetto Royalty
Once upon a time, there was a King and a Queen. The Queen had given birth to six sons and one daughter. The princess was the oldest who loved to dance, draw pictures, and tease her brothers. She did not have her own private space in their ghetto apartment. The princess spent her nights sleeping on the couch. Every prince loved to eat, run, play computer games, and sports. The princes all shared a room that had two bunk bed sets and a twin bed in it. Monday thru Friday, the children would go to school until three o'clock. Then they would go to the Boys & Girls Club of America until six o'clock at night. The King was a plumber and spent most of his time dealing with sewage, so he smelled bad every time he got home. The Queen cleaned homes and office buildings. When they returned home, everyone could not wait to eat and take baths. Since there was only one bathroom, everyone took turns, and the King always went first. While all the children were waiting for their turn in the bathroom, they finished their homework. After eating diner, the Queen would read her children bedtime stories. Every story was always a fairy tale with a happy ending and nothing like what people experienced in real life.
By Greer Collins5 years ago in Families
The Crew and the Magic House
Once upon a time there was a young turtle that lived deep in the woods named Saturn. He woke up each morning with a smile upon his face, and nothing but excitement for the day. This particular morning the sun was peeking through the leaves of the tree, and shinning right on to his face. Saturn was so excited that the day was finally here, the day that he would get to see some of his friends. He jumped out of bed and ran down the hallway of his tiny home to the bathroom where he brushed his teeth. He pulled his best shirt down over his head, and slid his feet into his brand new pair of sneakers. He was humming a tune, as he tied his shoes as quickly as he could. No time to waste this morning, Saturn thought. He grabbed some greens and strawberries out of his refrigerator and threw them into his shirt pocket as he ran towards the door.
By Deanna Williams5 years ago in Families
The Untitled Bedtime Story
There is a reason children are so fascinating; it's because of their imagination. So, why are adults writing their bedtime stories?
By Sandra M5 years ago in Families
Gwynnie and the Heart Shaped Locket
In a land far far away, during a time where kings ruled. There was a little girl named Gwynnie short for Guinevere. Gwynnie was a child of the forest, she was not the typical child who lived in a home with family. The forest was her home, and the animals of the forest was her family. The only memory that Gwynnie had of a home or family were long ago of her father and mother who she did not know if they were dead or alive. The last memory that she had of them was her father carrying her on his back as he and her mother ran through the forest frantic for dear life. Gwynnie remembered the voices of yelling men and trampling of horses galloping through the forest after them. She remembers hearing a man’s voice saying find them and kill them. She remembered that and being very afraid. Gwynnie was only 9 years old. Her father and mother ran far deep into the forest, they stumbled across a tree that had a hole in it big enough to hide Gwynnie and so they did. Gwynnie remembered the last thing that they said, “say here and do not come out no matter what.” Her mother then took of a heart shaped locket and placed around Gwynnie’s neck, and we will always be with you Gwynnie. Her mother was the most beautiful woman in the land at least that is what she remembered her father would always say. The only thing that Gwynnie had left of them was that heart shaped locket and she cherished it with all her heart. Inside the locket was a picture of her father and mother but what Gwynnie did not know was that the locket was more valuable than she knew, and it contained mush more than a picture of her father and mother. But soon she would discover that.
By Lisa Reid5 years ago in Families
Cultivating a Narnian Legacy
If I ever needed to join a twelve step program it would surely be for my addiction to books. I don’t ever remember not being able to read and being homeschooled in the 80s when it was not popular. My books and my brothers were my best friends though the order switched from time to time.
By Maria Calderoni5 years ago in Families
One of the ways I love her
The bedtime storybook that holds a special place in my family is "How do I love you?" by Marion Dane Bauer. The pages of this book are saturated with the endless love I poured into my daughter's nighttime routine. I couldn't carry children, and that's ok because the children meant for me still found me. I adopted my first child, Nevaeh, when she was three years old. She didn't have stability or even a lot of love in her early years. She, unfortunately, suffered through a lot of trauma in her first three years of life. Add to that; adopted kids have some level of abandonment to work through. Bedtime was the worst time of day. She was terrified to be alone at night. Working off of instinct, we developed a nightly routine: dinner, bath, book, and back rubs.
By A. Lusch5 years ago in Families
The Velveteen Rabbit
Summer camp was always magical. This particular night was the beginning of the magic. Deep in the piney woods of Louisiana, the shotgun cabin was surprisingly still. The cozy screen-wrapped room was comfortably cool for a summer night. The cicadas, crickets, and frogs called to each other in their nightly symphony, lulling the campers to sleep.
By Cate Rhys5 years ago in Families
BAKKI'S MISSION TO THE MOON
Bakki's Mission On The Moon. 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1-0 BLAST OFF!! Heading for the stars. And with a loud thunder boom, the rocket lifted off. A big puff of smoke zoomed out of its tail. Leaving the world behind; soon the rocket was orbiting in space. Instantly, Bakki's missile was heading straight for the moon. Bakki watched as stars blitzed past the rocket ship's window.
By jo allen5 years ago in Families