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Anyone can tell you what love feels like but when you become parent and lay eyes on your newborn baby,you feel overwhelmed with true love, you entire soul is filled with what love truly is. You think that the love for you child is at a max but everything they do for the first time, their first crawling,their first step, their first word fills you with more love that you thought couldn’t fill you with but it’s can. Becoming a parent is an amazing thing and makes you realize what love really is
By Taneesha Kingswell7 years ago in Families
I Love Family Game Night
We never really had family game night when I was younger. Yes, we played the odd game, but it wasn't a full-family occasion. My family has always been close, and with my siblings and I getting older, and myself moving out to go to school, we've become even more tight-knit. It started with quick games of Scrabble after dinner or, every once in a while, playing a game we dug up from the basement or something I was gifted at a birthday party or at Easter or Christmas with our extended family. Now, family game night is common in our household. We all gather around the kitchen table with snacks and drinks and play our favourites: Monopoly, Life, Clue, and my new personal favourite, Bob Ross: Art of Chill.
By Emily Hean7 years ago in Families
Never Mind the Name, What About DNA?
It’s a fact that children are born into either a single family or two parent home. Unfortunately, some children, born to single parents, never get a chance to meet their noncustodial parent because he or she decides parenthood is not a responsibility worth taking. This is a common situation experienced by children of different races and ethnicities, not just one specific race. Under the circumstances, this is sad and disappointing since it can prevent siblings from meeting each other and establishing a connection.
By Nathonia Smith7 years ago in Families
Where Are You From?
I’ve wanted to write this piece for a while now. I’ve just struggled to find the words. As a matter of fact, I don’t really know what I’m going to write. Or for that matter, where this is going. I just know I need to get these thoughts out of my head and onto paper (sort of).
By Nabeel Arif7 years ago in Families
Number 22
Number 22, my home for the past 18 years, the home which I love so much. The home which is always filled with music, for as long as I can remember. Mum forcing my brothers and I to do our violin practise, Gil playing the guitar loudly until late at night. Shai attempting to play the trombone, an instrument that was just too big for him at his young age. Myself finding peace in the piano, learning from YouTube videos, playing the same song for hours on end. My mum and dad blasting music from their childhoods through the speakers, dancing and laughing. My brothers and I could never clean the kitchen after dinner without listening to our music. Number 22 without music is a rare occurrence.
By niamh yehezkel7 years ago in Families
When Holding on Hurts More Than Letting Go
I saw something awhile back. I can't recall if it was a meme, a post or one of those click bait articles that the internet is flooded with. Either way, I saw it and it was about how holding onto certain relationships can actually be more harmful then letting go, like holding onto a razor wire. We hold onto them so tightly, and by not letting go, we are allowing that relationship to keep cutting into us. A steady stream of pain and hurt as that wire cuts into us the more we hold on, instead of a blast of pain and hurt that can be over come... eventually. I agreed with the analogy, as it has merit, and thought nothing of it until recently, when I was faced with the reality of having to make a choice: do I hold onto that wire or do I let it go?
By Lilithea Adasia7 years ago in Families
