humanity
Humanity begins at home.
How I got to Spend Christmas in the Snow in California
It was 1954, the war was over and people were finally starting to have fun again. I was only 6 and was unaware of the war time that my grandfather died in. I only saw him in pictures. He was a big strong man. Before the war he was a lumberJack. He built the house we lived in. My dad was his only child and my grandma died just a couple of years after him. Dad says she died the day the telegram arrived telling us that dad died. I never got to meet her either. My moms parents would come to visit every summer, when the weather was bearable, as grandpa would say. They lived in the lower 48, in the state of California. He always says he will take me to visit one day. But my mom said not until I was 16. That seemed like a lifetime at the time. We lived in a little town of Fairbanks Alaska. It was wild there. Dad would take me sometimes on the weekends to pan for gold. Once I found my own nugget. It was small, but still enough for me to open my own bank account. Got $36 in it too. I felt so rich, but dad said I could save it for when I go to California.
By Connie Sahlin5 years ago in Families
I Chose Not to Teach My Child to See Color
Children aren't born racist Children aren't born color-blind either. They can see color at a few months of age and soon start to develop the ability to categorize and group things. In a very natural way, they notice the difference in skin color among the people who interact with them.
By Lynda Coker5 years ago in Families
A Mother's Love
I remember as a child my mother was always writing away in one of those little notebooks, peering up every few minutes to ensure my limbs were free of bruises. She was comfortable anywhere; a park seat while I tossed my body across all the metal and wooden edges; home on the chair, watching out the kitchen window as I run in circles with our dog Mouse. Mother always told me I had two left feet and that I could sure use a helmet and bubble wrap, especially when playing outside. It was never surprising when I came through the door with scratches and scrapes and she always made sure there were band aids and Polysporin on hand.
By Hailey Thordarson5 years ago in Families
Small Acts of Kindness
I woke up the day before Christmas, ready to move myself from one room to the other, bedroom to office. My jaw dropped when I saw the gorgeous snow-covered backyard and soft snowflakes gently touching the window before they landed on the ground. Even though I was sure my friend wouldn’t be awake yet, I decided to text her anyway “It’s snowing, I’m awake, let’s go for a walk!” Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang. I gave her a big grin and quickly got dressed into my warmest outfit, grabbing a big scarf and a pair of soft gloves to cover my already nearly frozen hands. Together we walked to the moor that was only a five minute walk away, carefully watching every step we took so we wouldn’t go flat on our faces due to the ice on the streets and the slippery snowflakes that were still falling.
By Laura Rosierse5 years ago in Families
Mama's words
Lockdown made it hard to see Mama every day like I had been at the beginning of the pandemic. She had only been in the nursing home a few months before the pandemic hit, I was a construction worker, and the workload went up for us because there were less people on the roads and in buildings. Mama insisted on being put in the home saying she didn't want me taking care of her and working full time. Mama and I still talked on the phone everyday, we were growing closer then we had ever been before. She seemed to have a new story everyday about her youth and times with my dad, I would just listen.
By Nicolas Moore5 years ago in Families
The Working Mom
When 2021 started as a newly single mom, one of my top priorities was to provide for my son. In this new life chapter, little love has taught me to be purposeful, diligent, and superwoman. Honestly, I have never thought that being a mom could be so beautiful and a 24-hour full-time job. My mother, grandma, sister are mama’s. Now I am a mama being able to experience their lives as the mommy who is in charge of cleaning, laundry, cooking, working, having late meals, taking late showers, and caring for your child. Every time I used to see them do all this stuff, I would tell them to take little breaks. Now, I am the mommy doing all at once in the house and learning to be everything, and maintaining good health.
By Yeny Ferreras5 years ago in Families
