humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Embedded quotient of a Boss
Hard to imagine at this age, in my mothers shoes; I would have six children and married for over a decade. Truthfully I struggle with establishing my own foundation so the comparison is far fetched. I know marriage is a partnership overall, however the distribution of responsibilities shared between a man a woman usually are by far two extremes. Women definitely came a long way and many feminist claim there’s still a journey to conquer among our opposite species. I’m all for women empowerment and independence, I just know that there are things that a man can do that I can’t and many times just refuse. The placement on these responsibilities I believe are discovered during the agreement of the union between two parties. This in no way makes the value of the responsibilities superior to any specifics by sex. I believe the value of responsibility is equal and total individual preferences accordingly. Brief Background on my parents who are now both senior citizens (early sixties). Her four year senior, my father met my mom when she was eighteen. At this age my mother became pregnant and refusing to have a child out of wedlock my parents wed. The pregnancy prevented my mother from completing high school and from that time for the next decade they would produce six children; two boys and four girls. On the fifth pregnancy my mom would have twins which she believed could never happen. As a twin also my mother was informed by doctors that she wouldn’t be able to twins herself. One can only imagine the shock of the news of twins when you already have a full household to feed and add two more mouths. Being one of the twins which made us the youngest of her children, we were often told by siblings that we had it easy and that we were spoiled. I just like to think by her fifth pregnancy she had enough practice to know what would make her job easier. I can’t speak on the mother that my siblings experienced. I can only share my personal experience shared with my mom individually. Even the experiences and relationship between my twin and I as individuals with our mother are truthfully on two different spectrum. I remember my twin stating that my mom showed me favoritism. I do not agree and frankly know it was the exact opposite. I can remembering asking my mother why did she show my twin favoritism and she said because she did not feel I needed the attention. There is no resentment because of this, I do believe my twin was more of an attention seeker early on. My twin also knew what tools she could utilize for this attention at all times. I’ve always described myself and laid back and down to earth, and many friends would often express how my twin and I were night and day. Meaning there’s no way my mother would be able to treat night and day equally. This makes total sense to me and I can’t object to anything. My mother is so loving and selfless I often tell her she is the exact definition of faith. She is the most faithful person I know and definitely a positive motivating force in my life.
By Elyce Israel5 years ago in Families
Helen's Quilt
My mother-in-law Helen holds a strong connection with family dear to her heart. She has three siblings and its very important to her that her children are close with their aunties, uncles and cousins. To celebrate this connection and to commemorate Helen’s 60th birthday, I coordinated the family to sew squares for a quilt. It was 2020 and we were in lockdown due to the Covid-19 pandemic, so it was good for us all to have a project to keep us busy. We worked together on a really special project which had a big impact on everyone involved.
By Katy Stuff5 years ago in Families
Pillars of a Boss Mom
Where is my sucker? This is an essential question for me, a toddler when my sucker was missing. I was digging in the trash for my sucker, on a mission, singularly focused until I could find it. I was not thinking about being fearful or fearless, dirty or germy, just thinking about my sucker and not thinking about the picture, just thinking about the sucker. Then, finally, after my mother snapped a picture of my first dumpster dive, I got it; I ate it. She didn't scold me; she captured the precious moment in time.
By JoAnne Scalf5 years ago in Families
Black&White
The two most important jobs or roles in this world are that of a mother and of a father. How more important could teaching and protecting another life until their able to do so on their own? There is nothing that matters more than a human beings ability to thrive and carry out their divine purpose.
By Natasha ryan5 years ago in Families
Nanay
Nanay walked into her bedroom and her palm went straight to her forehead. Classic facepalm. It has become the scene of a crime, and she knew exactly who the culprits were: EJ, Aica (my childhood nickname), Erika, Inah, Eiane, Luis, Ken, Lia, and Li-Anne. The premise of the story took place in Talavera, Nueva Ecija, a small town in the Philippines. Snow was never an occurrence, but on that day, winter came to her room. Baby powder exploded all over the hardwood floors, getting in between the creases. Her favorite scarf was left unfolded, scattered on her trampled bed. She kept things tidy and organized, being the principal of an elementary school.
By Jessica Ann5 years ago in Families
Found (by) Family: The Grafted Family Tree
Dear Mima and Mãe Tete, You’re the unexpected branches grafted into my family tree. Or maybe I’m the new one in yours. Either way, what's true is that even though we didn't start out as family, we ended up there. We don’t need DNA tests or marriage certificates to prove these bonds. Geneticists and genealogists may disagree, but in my mind, we’re forever family.
By WordSmithtress5 years ago in Families
The Absence Of Love In The World
Back in moma’s day, there was so much love. Everybody could eat at each other’s house. Everybody knew each other’s family. If a fight broke out, you would fight and make up in a few minutes time. Children respected their parents, they knew not to be in grown folk’s conversation and the “look”, meaning if moma gave u a certain look, you knew to get somewhere and sit down, meant something.
By Nerissha Hunt5 years ago in Families
Moms Sacrifice
I was born one of seven children, the second oldest child, in the 1940s to William and Dorothy Mae Smallwood. William was a long-haul truck driver and Dorothy was a homemaker. From the age of three I can remember my father beating and abusing mother in from of me and my siblings.
By Sandra L. Stockton5 years ago in Families
Four Women, Many Lessons
My mothers come in all shapes and sizes, from my birth mother with her beautiful brown eyes and endlessly comforting hugs to my grandmother, long and lean with arthritis ridden hands that still lovingly perform tasks around the house. I am lucky enough to have had a mother, a stepmother, both of my grandmothers, and all four of my great grandmothers in my life. Women hold a special place in my family because they are the backbone, the pillars of support which all the rest of us lean on when life becomes too difficult. It would be impossible to try to describe or explain all of the lessons that my various mothers have taught me throughout my life, but that won’t stop me from trying. And before I begin, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for loving me and always standing behind and beside me. I wouldn’t have made it here if it weren’t for you, all of you.
By Kaleesia Neverson5 years ago in Families
