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Dear Mom, I know I have had different kinds of teachers in my life. There were strict ones that focused on what I “couldn’t do” or “shouldn’t” do. Then there were “simple” ones that dumbed things down so much, I felt like I was stuck in preschool. I also had some “better than normal” teachers, and I could go on about the types of teachers I’ve experienced in my lifetime, but that’s not really the point. The point is—YOU—were my “model” teacher. You wore your content every day. You were and still are my walking three dimensional figure of the subject area of LIFE that you continue to teach me. I know many times you feel underqualified and undereducated because you didn’t graduate from college and get numerous degrees in life. However, you have taught me more about life than I care to admit on most occasions (sorry), but HOW you’ve taught me is what really makes you the hero in my book. You didn’t say, “ok turn to page____ and remember steps xyz—you just LIVED. You shaped me with your life, your decisions, your mistakes, and your vulnerability.
By Natalie Stover4 years ago in Families
A letter to my hero
To my greatest hero and ally, my father. We didn't always see eye to eye but I suspect the same goes for most children and their parents. When I was a kid, you were always there when I scraped my knee or if I just wanted to pester you. Through all of my failings, you were there. You're the one who taught me everything I know and I know there are many more lessons to come. When I have children of my own, I hope to be as good of a father to them as you are to me. I owe so much to you. I know the things I do won't always make sense to you but I try to do right by you and for myself. When I suffered my first heartbreak, you were there to teach me that it isn't the end of the world, that they just weren't the one for me nor I for them. When my grades started suffering, you were there to put me back on the path to success. The day I graduated, you were the first person I looked for after the ceremony because I wanted to thank you for always pushing me to do better than I thought I was ever capable of. You might not have been there when I got my first job but you were there to tell me to take a step back and think about where people were coming from. I left you alone without any warning to move across the country and when it didn't work out for me, you welcomed me back with open arms and even though you knew it wouldn't work out, you let me experience it and learn from it, the day I came home was the day you told me that you wouldn't always be around to teach me these things so it is important that I must learn for myself, without your guidance. Since that day, I became more attentive to my surroundings as well as my actions. I know I haven't been the best son in these last few years but I want you to know I'm trying my hardest to make up for my wrongdoings against you. I know whatever my future holds, or whatever I decide to do in my life, that you'll always be there for me. I know you will do your best to pick me up and put me on the right path if I stray from it. You are the only person who I respect the most in my life, of course, I respect others for who they are, you hold the highest position in my life. I hope you're there for when I get married, for when I have a son or a daughter, I know you're going to tell me "I told you so" whenever they act out and I look forward to that day because then I'll know I'll be where you've always wanted me to be; successful in life. I know you did your best as a parent and I want you to know that when the time comes, I will do my best as well. I want you to be around for as long as possible because when you go, I will only have what you taught me and our memories together. I'll look back on any argument we may have had and I'll laugh, because no matter the disagreement, it would be a pointless argument. I'll share stories about you with those closest to me. You are my greatest hero and ally, I know you will have my back no matter what. If you ever get to read this letter, I love you, dad.
By Gage Heaven4 years ago in Families
Online Safety for Children
Due to intense opposition from the US government, lawmakers, and parents, Instagram's parent company, Meta (formerly Facebook), was forced to suspend the development of Instagram for Kids for children aged 13 and under in September 2021.
By Bawa Murtala4 years ago in Families
THe Eff towel of light to my seniors.
as i saw this contest i knew i had to join this so here we go, my name is mimilove the story of Martin Luther King is one of a kind and that has shape my life. growing up we had nothing but always find a way to share even if its a little meal with a kids that is playing outside or a kid that was sent to beg so the family can have something to eat. i will sneak in my house and give them at least a potato or a cup of beans since we didn't have much either, so kindness was instill in me since i was little because that what my mother did as she was a single mother to me and my brother but she was the mother of the whole community always feeding people after a long day in the farm under the sun. the kids in the community always knew the time and will fall her she will share whatever she had brought back and will escort each kids to their place. one day a miracle happen my mom got a job as to become a leader in our community and got to afford to buy more stuff for the kids and then the war broke we lost lot of our friends in the war and left my mother paralyze . we got to migrate abroad but the value of kindness was forever instill in me.
By Fridous jeune4 years ago in Families
Gone Fishin'
Punsutawney Phil saw his shadow again this week. Of course he did... Which means, it's nearly time for the Weather Games here in western Pennsylvania. In fact, they kicked off two weeks ago, with barely a dusting of snow all season, followed by eight inches in two days. Then a week later, frigid cold that shatters your hair strands when you pull up your hood rolls in. That gets chased away in another week (so yesterday, basically) by ten more inches of snow in under twelve hours.
By Brenda George4 years ago in Families
Those Bright blue eyes.
To be my hero; he had to be more than just an ordinary man. He had to be my father, my superman I called him. A man who had served in the army, and hunted Deer, an archery man. Who seemed to grimace when I shot the arrows under the house. Or nearly killed a bird that was flying over, with my inexperienced shot.
By Hope Joy Sargent4 years ago in Families
A letter to my hero , my Aunt
A letter to my hero, my Aunt Dear Aunt Lubby, You might not know it, I might not say it but you’re my hero. You encouraged me to use my gift of writing. You knew that I was good at writing. When I stopped writing for a few years, you would say “have you been writing? You need to start back writing!” You know that I am good at writing, and you don’t want me to waste my gift. You’re the reason I started back writing stories and poems. All heroes do not wear capes. You definitely don’t wear capes. You wear dresses, sandals, and head wraps around your beautiful dreadlocks. All heroes don’t have superpowers like the ones in the movies, like flight,, or the superpower where the hero or superhero can disappear. Some people have regular people powers.. Aunt Lubby you have regular people powers,, your powers consist of uplifting your love ones, motivating your love ones, and loving on your love one’s. Even when I wasn’t uplifting and motivating myself, you always lift me up. You always motivate me, on a regular basis. Dear Aunt Lubby, you are my hero, you showed me what strength is. You showed me what super strength is. The type of strength that you have is out of this world, let’s call it super strength. You are one of the strongest people that I know. You’re stronger than an ox! No matter what came your way I never seen you give up. You just pick yourself up, and keep going. Watching you and seeing your strength on a day to day basis, I know that I have to be like you and never give up, I have to keep pushing. I always come to you for advice. You are always there to tell me what you think I should or shouldn’t do. You are always there to assist me whenever I need you. You have made a positive impact on my life. You made a positive impact through your words of advice, your words of Encouragement, your motivation, and your love. Aunt Lubby, you are so protective. You make sure that I’m n in harms way. You constantly call me and check on me. You always make sure I make it home safe from any destination. That’s one if the reasons that I look up to you. I’m so Thankful to have a aunt like you. You have done so much for me. The things that you have done have shaped me into the amazing human being that I am today. You have done so much and you don’t expect money or any type of reward for what you do. Even when you’re not your best. Even when you’re not feeling good, you’re always there for me. You’re always telling me how proud of me you are. You’re always there pushing me, making sure that I reach my full potential. No my hero does not fly across the world like a superhero in the books. My hero does run to my side every time that I need her. Aunt Lubby you are always there to save the day. You save the day when it’s something that I don’t understand, and I call you for answers. You save the day when you listen to me vent. You save the day when you take a load off of me. You save the day when you push me by encouraging me to “Do it!” When I don’t feel like it, or when I lose interest in something you push me. You’re my hero, you don’t need a cape, you don’t need superpowers. You were born with your own set of unique powers. I love you, I look up to you, I admire you. I’m so thankful and happy that you’re apart of my life.
By Janelle Garrison4 years ago in Families
My little girls
I am going to start with my childhood. My childhood wasn’t a loving happy place for me. I didn’t have the loving sweet parents like I thought everyone else had. I didn’t have a great childhood at all. In fact it was violent and abusive. But I had met my girls dad when I was 12 and I fell in love with him. Then I got pregnant with my first daughter. She was so beautiful. Everyone always said she was the most beautiful baby they ever saw. But I didn’t know what I was doing because I was just 16. I had her sister 3 years later then I had my 3rd daughter 4 years after my middle daughter. So they are pretty spaced out. I was a horrible mother and I didn’t even know. I just did what I was taught. I always yelled and threatened but never followed through with my threats lol. But the main thing is that all of my kids are successful and I’m very proud of them. I have so much to say about my life I don’t know where to start so I’m just going to start with my kids. I love everyone of them just the same. They’re equally beautiful and smart. They all have their own personality and attitude lol. I don’t want anyone to think I didn’t do right by my kids because I saw I was a horrible mother. I just mean I feel guilty for not being like ‘June cleaver’ I was loving unlike my parents. But I just didn’t know how to be a mom. I only got pregnant to get out of my parents house. I didn’t realize it was going to be a lifelong thing. But I did the best I could do with what I knew. I love my girls. Very much. But I have to admit.. the grandkids are even better lol. Anyway. I had my oldest daughter when I was 16. I went in labor on thanksgiving day 1994. I couldn’t even eat thanksgiving dinner. I was in hard labor. I had her at 12:05 am the next morning. Most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I had her at just the right time in my life. She weighed 8 pounds and 6 1/2 ounces. 21 1/2 inches long. My mother of course was there. My girls daddy was there. And after I had her my room was full of family and friends backed all the way out my door down the hall. I wasn’t really with it I hadn’t slept in 24 hours and pushing and all that pain. But it was worth it. She brought my 3 oldest grandkids into the world. I couldn’t be happier. I then got pregnant with my middle daughter. I was 19 years old. I still wasn’t really experienced at being a mom. I know I made mistakes and I’m really getting punished for them now. I had my middle daughter just at the right time also. She was also the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I had her at4:15 am in a different hospital than I had my oldest in. But I also didn’t have insurance. It was still a wonderful experience. My mom was there of course but their daddy wasn’t. She weighed 7 pounds 15 1/2 ounces. 20 inches long. She was my short chunky baby. I think she was my best one as far as crying and screaming. She never made a peep. Then 4 years later I had my last one. My youngest and most beautiful thing I had ever seen as well. She weighed 9 pounds 3 ounces and 21 1/2 inches long. She was my biggest one and most mean one lol. She’s very sweet like my other two. I also had her at a different hospital than my other two. All 3 of them were birthed at different hospitals. Their daddy was there for the last one. Just not my middle one. I hope you all enjoyed my short story of my 3 girls that I love so much.
By Shelley Dorsey4 years ago in Families
My Tennessee Hero
A hero is defined as a person who is admired for their courage, outstanding achievements, or their noble qualities. Most everyone, if not everyone has a hero, whether it be a family member, famous celebrity, or some random person you admire a whole lot. My Hero doesn’t have super power’s or a cape, rather she is a strong and courageous woman who has always been there for me, My Tennessee Hero is my beautiful mom, Melinda Keen.
By Wendy Cherry4 years ago in Families
Marshel
I am telling you this from the get go, I have never been much of an animal person. When I was growing up we didn't have pets because I was severely allergic. All I was was allowed were the occasional goldfish or turtle my father would spring for when we went to the circus. But, I never longed for a pet either.
By Nancy Wergeles4 years ago in Families
’Sova-Sava’ and ‘Bee’, you’re family.
In 1900s America, many families were poor especially those with an immigrant father. But I had always felt like the richest boy in existence; being born in 1900, I had three parents and in 1911, I’d gained a sister that I loved more than anything in the world. I loved how different my parents were; each in their own way, teaching me something different about life. My mom, Anna Katherine Williams, was a Christian American; my dad, Mikhail Uri Feldman, was a Russian Jew; my Nan, was a Christian Mexican, Bernadette Renata Ortiz; my little sister was named Sarah Renata Feldman; and my own name was Joshua Uri Feldman. Though I was proud of my family, certain things needed to be kept secret. Like my name; ‘Joshua’ was for the outside world while ‘Uri’ was for home. That’s just how it was.
By Scarlet Bobkins4 years ago in Families
