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Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
7 Smart Ways a Pediatrician guide families Through an Autism Diagnosis
When a child receives an autism diagnosis, families often face a flood of new information, unclear next steps, and emotional stress. Your Pediatrician becomes an essential guide, translating clinical details into practical decisions that make sense. A child’s developmental care moves into a more focused phase—where timing, coordination, and reliable support shape future progress. Families don’t need more confusion. They need direction and clear answers.
By Piper Burch8 months ago in Families
i die everyday without you
i like to doubt my love for you because it makes me feel bad about myself, and when i feel bad about myself i can focus on me and not you and the fact that you’re gone, and i can torture myself with fixating on all my own mistakes and regrets and my shameful actions and my lies and maybe for a few moments i can escape you and your memory that haunts me like a ghost that i can’t quite see, because maybe i don’t deserve to see you, and if i don’t deserve you maybe that’s why you’re not here, and if you were here maybe you wouldn’t love me if you knew me, and if you didn’t love me and i loved you maybe it would hurt and ache like fucking hell but it would also make sense, but maybe it’s not possible that your love would have ever died if you hadn’t, and what’s possible now is even scarier, and it’s that you are nothing and nowhere to feel anything about me or anyone else you loved, and in believing you are nothing and nowhere and gone, wiped away like an afterthought from this earth, then i fucking hate this earth and everything on it, and the rage within me boils at the world for taking you from me, and from my mother, and from my thoughts without these tears forming every time without fail, because i can’t think about you even now without crying, even now i am not free to think of you in any happy light in a meaningful and true and genuine way because even though we had so much happiness with you, we lost it all when we lost you, and i lost everything you taught me, it all fell out of my brain like mush, and i started to forget myself, and my kindness, and my grace and my patience, and my love, and how to love, and how to act and respect myself and respect others and be myself, be genuine, embrace the pain, i just couldn’t do any of it because none of it mattered like it used to, because you’re gone now, and i love you, and even if i never deserved your love, i always had it and i always will, and i know it, and you will always have my love for you and my heart too, and i don’t even have to say that because i know it’s true and if you’re not nothing and nowhere, i know you know it’s true too, and it isn’t even worth saying at this point because of how very true it is, and sometimes i feel crazy and alight with the force of missing you and loving you, and sometimes i feel like it never goes away, the pain and the hurt, and i can’t quite shake the feeling of emptiness thinking of the chairs you sat in, the beds you slept in, sleeping next to you on vacation listening to you snoring, thinking of the last time i ever laid by your side, the last time i got to hug you, the last time i saw you, and i want to slap myself senseless for not holding you for just a moment longer, just a little closer, but strangely i remember that last hug we had and i remember the love i put into it, and i remember that something felt somewhat strange and off and i couldn’t put my finger on exactly why, maybe i hadn’t seen you in a while before that, which means probably only a few weeks because i saw you all the time, or maybe i knew somehow or some way that i should hug you with extra love that day, and i am glad i did, and i miss you so much that i can hardly stand it, and i don’t know what to do or where to turn or how to unpack how i feel and have always felt, and when people ask if i was close with any of my grandparents, i say yes, i was close to my grandma, my mom’s mom, when really i want to say, i don’t want to talk about it, or, my grandma was everything to me, and she’s gone now, and shut the fuck up about her because i sure do, because i can’t say two goddamn words about her without crying my eyes out at 23 even though you passed when i was 12, more than half my age now, and it’s scary that i don’t know where you are or if you’re still out there somewhere, because of course i want to believe that, and i think you believed that, but i don’t know what i believe, i just know what i want to be true, and that scares me because what i want is rarely real and tangible and good enough to be true, and i just feel sad right now thinking about you and what could have been, and about the life you deserved, and about the years stolen from you, and i want to know what you would tell me to do, i want to hear from you, i want a sign, or a symbol or a word, and i know it’s greedy but i want you to tell me it’s all okay and that you love me and that you’re proud of who i’ve become, and i want to know it’s okay to miss you and mourn you, and that it’s okay when i’m not missing you and mourning you too, that it’s okay to try to move on the best i can without you here, even though it’s hard, even though it makes me think about how i’m ever going to deal with the other tragedies at hand in this life, and i don’t think i’m equipped to handle them well at all, but i will handle them, i think, as i handled saying goodbye to you, in the only way i can.
By angela hepworth8 months ago in Families
Restless Waves: A Journey Through the Tides of Grief.
Authors Note: I wrote this piece in response to two questions I was asked about grief—specifically the kind that comes in waves, unexpected and overwhelming. This is my honest attempt to put those feelings into words and to offer something meaningful to anyone who's navigating their own ocean of loss. If you're grieving, I hope this meets you where you are.
By April Kirby.8 months ago in Families
The Chest of Patience
When a simple wooden chest becomes the silent witness of a lifelong love, grief, and quiet strength, a story unfolds — one of patience, resilience, and memory. Inspired by true events, this is a tribute to the quiet heroes of everyday life.
By Constandinos Olymbios8 months ago in Families
Linia's "The Invisible Wall"
All parents want their children to grow up healthy and happy. They work day and night to overcome life's challenges, just to give their children a bright future. However, in this tireless effort, some small mistakes may turn into serious problems and unknowingly cast an invisible shadow on the child's physical and mental development. This shadow will eventually solidify into an invisible wall, subtly cutting off the child's path to a truly healthy and fulfilling life.
By MD. REZUAN HOSSEN8 months ago in Families
Tips for Becoming a Present and Engaged Dad
The best way to adjust to the arrival of a child and engage with them is to play an active role from the time of pregnancy and birth. Here are some ways you can be involved in your role as a father and foster your relationship with your child:
By Uchenna Cosmas Nwokafor 8 months ago in Families
My Father Is My Hero
From the outside, my father is just another man—quiet, reserved, a little gray at the temples, often seen fixing things around the house or tending to the small garden he loves. But to me, he is more than that. My father is my hero—not because he wears a cape or has superpowers, but because of the quiet strength he carries within him, the unwavering love he offers, and the way he’s always been there, even when life got tough.
By Ashley Anthony8 months ago in Families
Boomers, Gen X, and Gen Z in One Living Room
"Is it hot in here or is it just the WiFi tension?" my cousin quipped as my family gathered around the oakwood table for what we optimistically labeled a "multi-generational game night." It was a modest attempt to bridge the growing canyon between my grandfather (a proud Boomer), my Gen X mother and uncles, and us—Gen Z kids raised on TikTok, therapy speak, and hyper-awareness.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Families
The Blanket
The Blanket A Story of Love, Sacrifice, and the Threads That Bind Us Chapter 1: The Announcement The old grandfather clock ticked loudly in the corner of the living room, each second echoing like a hammer strike to Peter's heart. His father, Robert, cleared his throat and placed his hands flat on the dining table.
By AKBER SIDDIQUE SIDDIQUE8 months ago in Families
Why Does Everyone Act Like the Eldest Son Is a God?
Let me paint you a familiar picture: the whole family is gathered. Someone brings up how well the eldest son is doing — usually a cousin. The doctor. The engineer. The boy who once cried because his charger broke, but now apparently holds the universe together.
By Tavleen Kaur8 months ago in Families
