humanity

Humanity begins at home.

Life from Four to Now
Growing up is never easy. Some have one parent, some have both, and some have neither. Well if you haven’t guessed it by now... I’m one of those who has neither. I can remember as far back as the age of four. Shocking right? Well... not really when life has never been easy for me. I’ve been abused, left, mislead, confused and left to figure it out on my own. So this is a little life story of my own I wanted to share.
By Anonymous 5 years ago in Families
Introduction
So let me introduce myself, I am a bonus mom to one and a mom to another I won't be giving my name or my kids and or family. But my story started a few years back. I first met my awesome step daughter when she was 3.5 years old. It was my birthday, and on my birthday I go to my parents, I had asked my boyfriend if he wanted to come with me but he ended up having his daughter which was a rare occurrence with his baby momma. I told him that it was obviously okay, but then he asked me if I wanted to meet his daughter. I didn't know what to think do I say yes? Would my parents mind if I brought my new boyfriend and his daughter? So I called them up and of course they said it was okay, and that it was my birthday so I could invite whomever I wanted. When we first met I was under the impression that she wasn't good at meeting new people. I've been babysitting since I was a teenager, so I knew that this meant. You pretty much have to earn these little boogers trust. I didn't know what I was getting myself into, all I knew was that I've always loved kids and if my current boyfriend wanted me to meet his daughter then I wanted to as well. When I met her I got down on her level and introduced myself to her. What I expected was for her to shy away, and not look at me and I was okay with this. But what I didn't expect was for her to jump in my arms and give me a hug. I was shocked, however I hugged her back because what was I supposed to do? Push her off? I don't think so. So I stood back up and looked at her father and he was just as shocked as I was. From then on we had her at least once a week, like I said the baby momma is a handful. I remember one morning waking up at 7am to my boyfriend answering his phone, and baby momma was screaming her head off, that if we didn't then he wouldn't see her again for awhile. At the time he didn't have a vehicle and his mom would pick up his daughter. He tried explaining this, but she wouldn't have it. I wasn't a morning person so it pissed me off really quickly, I told him to tell her we would be there in thirty minutes. When we got there, she wanted to talk to him alone, I was fine with it and when he came back to the car with his daughter he was mad. I asked him what was going on, and come to find out she wanted him back and for them to be a family again. I didn't know what to think, but if he wanted to make it work with her, then I would have to be okay with it wouldn't I? So I pulled over and told him just that, if he wanted to make it work I would bring him and his daughter back and they could make it work. He looked at me then his daughter and back to me, then he told me flat out that no he didn't want her back. That he had given her a chance to make this family work and she didn't want to. I took that as my opportunity, and made my decision that I wanted this. There are so many other stories I want to tell and I am going to use this platform to vent and let it all out of what I have been through. I hope you enjoy my story and I have to bring.
By Bonus Mom5 years ago in Families
Bundjalung Country.
My sense of place is forever growing and expanding. Home is a thread that stretches and curls its way to new places, but it never unravels from those places in the past. Now and then I feel the pull of this thread, and places or moments in time that I deemed lost, somehow find their way back to me. This thread, my home, is inextricably linked to people and moments that have gone and passed. All these sentiments of home stem from Bungjalung country- my country, the Midginbil people.
By Steph Louise5 years ago in Families
The X is where I am from
As a child my family moved around a lot, you see my family was homeless for about three years living in a city shelter. Due to the irresponsibility of my mother who didn’t comply with the rules and regulations of the program that was paying the family's rent at the time. Then we had the fact that she always had something going on that we had to move every year. We lived all over the New York States and New York City. From the age of 4 till about 10 we moved because of my mother then after that, we moved because her so-called husband was a registered sex offender nobody wanted in their neighborhood. The school was so hard always being the new kid, so we never made any friends.
By Raven5 years ago in Families
A Mother's Thoughts
As a 29 year old female, in my mediocre life, the struggles I go through on a daily basis are a living nightmare. I’m not just talking about normal life stresses such as money, work or even if I am parenting my four children right. The struggles I speak of, are that of my relationship whereas I dream about going back home, to when I was an innocent, doe eyed, 7 year old little tom boy. I dream of when life was simple, where I only worried about finishing building the treefort in which I fell through the unstable floor my brother and I built. Dreaming about my horse crashing through the fence and running to the neighbors to where the grass was literally greener for him on the other side. Time for me to snap back to reality, Time to brace myself for what’s to come.
By Serena de Delley5 years ago in Families
The Accidental Militancy of Sunday School Songs
"I may never march in the infantry Ride in the cavalry Shoot the artillery I may never fly o'er the enemy But I'm in the Lord's army
By Jeremy David Witt5 years ago in Families
Treasure Hunt
When the events in this story were about to happen, Bo wondered what had gone wrong with his life plan; especially because everything was “fine”. He had a comfortable life and a healthy family, a good job and no debt. But the feeling that something was missing would not go away. Life was okay, but extremely boring. Nothing was wrong, yet his life felt dull. There was a constant pit in his stomach. Probably too much gluten, he thought.
By Cris Farias5 years ago in Families
It's Your Destiny
“Lexi, look over here. It's a tree frog.” Lilly, the youngest of the two loves animals. They were inseparable. Always Playing, always having fun. Lexi runs over to her sister to see the frog. “That's not a tree frog silly, it's a toad.” Lexi is a very intelligent 14 year old girl, who loves nature, history, science, and next to be an Loa in her family. The two sisters, along with Lexi’s best friend Gerry would walk down to the store at their corner mart, which is a popular place to shop in North Carolina. Their favorite place was the arcade underneath the store, only known to few, which helps to keep people from breaking in to steal the games and ATMs. They walked in and purchased their usual snacks. There was a new employee at the front counter, flirting with one of the customers. The kids grabbed their things and walked to the back stairwell and the knob wasn’t on the door. They weren’t used to seeing that there. And like all curious teens, Lexi opens the door and peaks in. “Lexi, that doesn’t look safe,” Gerry says. The lights were off. It was dark. Maybe she could just walk down to the light she knew that room like the back of her hand. She leaned in further and.. “Lexi….. Move AWAY FROM THE”…… Thud!
By Lola Williams5 years ago in Families
The sign is better
Picking up the small new black notebook and writing... I am grateful for.... The phone rings it is grandma again. She keeps forgetting that I can't help her like I used to. I wish it was different but the accident left me well, in this chair. Looking down at my little black notebook and thinking you helped save me from a life of self-pity. I am so glad I made a commitment to live a life of gratitude before the accident happened.
By Nicole Payne5 years ago in Families
Stanley
Stanley was not supposed to live. His people say he was born sideways. His nephew said he was normal until he fell down the front steps. Others say his mother is paying for the way she lived by having a ‘retarded boy.’ They say it sweetly as not to be insensitive, but it’s all the same, all the theories of why Stanley is the way he is. I just know that when he came to live with me everyone around him had given up or was just too busy with life to care for him.
By Romus Simpson5 years ago in Families
The Elderly, The strongest of our race.
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By Ishka's World5 years ago in Families
Following My Father: San Francisco
My year off left me eager to embark on my college career. I had the break I wanted and sensed an urgent need to get on with my education. I enrolled at City College, and took buses and the Ocean Avenue streetcar to the campus to register.
By Caroni Lombard5 years ago in Families