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The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Why This Christian Isn’t Raising Her Children In A Church.. Content Warning.
I live in the Bible Belt, in the beautiful state of Tennessee. My state is famous for several things: The Vols, Memphis and Elvis, Rocky Top, Dolly Parton, Trees and Jesus. I love my state, and for the most part, I love my community.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Families
The Power of Patience
Title: The Power of Patience: A Journey through Buddha's Wisdom and Beyond Patience, often hailed as a virtue, has been extolled by various cultures and philosophies throughout the ages. The timeless story involving Buddha and his disciple serves as a profound illustration of the transformative nature of patience. This article delves into the depths of this virtue through the narrative, unraveling the broader benefits of cultivating patience in our daily lives.
By Maria_TheOneAndOnly2 years ago in Families
A Dreamtime Reunion
Alone, sadly seating at the table eating dinner alone, suddenly my mother appear its was a surprise for me seeing my mom in front of me, mother why are you here? " I said" with a heaviness in my heart and teary eyed she look at me saying, Who's gonna wipe your tears when you crying, then I started to cry hearing those words from a mother its like millions of pains can fade away, I almost cant swallow my food that time, but I look at my mom with sadness I replied: mother did you know that you already dead." just like what I saw in a movie, I open my teary eyes in quite dark room at midnight my mom visited me in my dreams, it felt like its real her looks her voice just so real. 2016, when I thought mother didn't make it, she was in her hospital bed that time, I don't know what to do, I can't cry in front her because mom doesn't like me and siblings crying, but the heaviness in my heart saw my mom like dying was most painful or even worse feeling I turn my back and walk outside the hospital room, and find myself crying out loud inside the hospital chapel, I don't mind who's seeing me in that situation, I cried while I talk to God "please don't take our mother I can't do it yet please." God listen to me he gave three years she died in Aneurysm then Cardiac arrest in October 2019 that time, I surrender to god's will. In these dreams, I find solace and guidance. Whether it's a shared laugh, a comforting gesture, or a poignant conversation, the dreams of my mother become a source of reflection and introspection. They serve as a reminder of the enduring impact she has had on my life, shaping my values, and influencing my journey. These dreams are more than mere illusions; they are a sanctuary where conversations left unsaid find their voice, and emotions left unexpressed find a canvas for release. It's as if the subconscious mind becomes a stage, where the play of emotions unfolds with my mother as the central character. The dream sequences are a blend of reality and imagination, where the boundaries of time and space blur, allowing for a reunion that transcends the limitations of the waking world. Years pass and it was not easy like sometimes, I think it was just a dream a bad dream, and I wake up and saw my mother alive again, but I just saw her only in my dreams every night until now ,only in my dreams that I would finally accept the fact that she's not coming home anymore, and it wasn't easy for me every move I'll make I cried every single day changes every holiday's, birthday's is not the same anymore there's emptiness, there's something missing. 2024, still feeling empty and still there's sadness still tears when I wake up dreaming of her but there's one thing that I know my mom wants me to remember that she's still beside me even if I don't see, touch or hear her voice maybe the reason why she's always appear in my dream is to remind me everything is just fine and would be fine one day....soon that everything is happen for a reason every changes challenges, endings and beginnings Dreaming of my mother is not just a nightly occurrence; it is a profound exploration of love, loss, and the enduring nature of a connection that transcends the boundaries of time and space.
By April Jordan2 years ago in Families
The Significance of Family Love
1. Introduction: Recognizing the considerate effect of family love becomes progressively important in the fast-paced world of today. Let’s Join on a journey to explore the true essence of family bonds, as we discover the importance of cultivating and maintaining a connection based on love and respect. This perceptive preface sets the groundwork stage for discovering effective ways to form and maintain a familial bond that not only withstands challenges but thrives with long-term love and support.
By Omprakash Gupta2 years ago in Families
A Journey Home
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled between lush green hills and swaying paddy fields, lived a young man named Adi. He worked tirelessly in the bustling city, far away from the comforts of his hometown. The city's chaotic rhythm had consumed him, leaving him yearning for the serene embrace of his village and, most importantly, the warmth of his mother's love.
By Tri Ferianto Hersusoko2 years ago in Families
Sad Songs. Content Warning.
I knew who Roberta Flack was at a very early age; God knows I heard every song she sang. I love her still, yet undoubtedly she reminds me of him. Daddy sat with his record player on the floor, his legs crossed in what some called, "Indian style" which by the way is not correct to say now. I don't know any other word to describe it though. He would smoke Marlboros, drink cheap beer or dark wine and cry. Daddy cried a lot. I did not know why way back then. As a broken woman now, well, I guess he had good reason. Nothing soothes the soul more than music. We remember who we are, where we were, why we smiled, all because of music. Late at night I miss him despite his need to keep moving, not only place to place but woman to woman. I was his only until I wasn't. My Momma loved him even when he was cheating, threatened with statutory rape by an underage girl's parents and that left us broke, Momma scarred and lost in his wake. Momma took up more than one job and he didn't help us one bit. He told everybody he did help us though. He was always so charming, as smooth as chenille, and oh so handsome just like a movie star. His lies were so believable it made anyone who contradicted him look bad, let's just say, he had a hold on people; good people who believed in him sometimes questioned other good people who were also up against a wall with their truths, their own 'believe it or not stories', that were entwined with his lies. There were so many others than me with their own broken up dreams, their need to feel safe, to be heard. I was part of his tribe until I began to remember and as always girls like me are just considered delusional. I have half sisters and brothers, too. None of them really want to know my story 'cause it messes up theirs. I remember his fourth wife coming to live with us. She did not want a daughter older than she, I mean who would? She believed in him after I had given up a million times and damn, she was cold. It was clear there would be no place for me in my nostalgic, narcissistic, father's life once she set foot in the door. Where should I be, where should I go? She not only wanted me out from my father's home, but just gone, like in disappear. It was a slow burning fire and I was not about to see my, at that time, only baby sister be distanced from me. Suddenly, at least to me, this wife became the accessible one, the reliable one, the Alpha. Losing my baby sister's faith in me when I had taken care of her alone, when he was drunk and falling all over the place felt like a wasp sting in the heart, hell, a whole hive of wasps stinging me to near death. To watch him manipulate and groom this new woman younger than myself was, and still is, an unnerving experience. I know deep down my sister loves me, yet she became the good one and nobody saw the good in me anymore. So, back to my father's love of a good time I remember us flying down the highway in a convertible and blue grass music was blasting; I hated the wind so I was scrunched down into the backseat floorboard. He had a girlfriend I liked a lot who had a dachshund named Lucy. Anyway, in that little space between two leather bucket seats I saw my daddy's hand slip over to his girlfriend's legs, then he moved it up to the top of her pants and wedged it down the front. What the heck was he doing? He then started talking about cotton, rubbing her and saying how he missed her little cotton. I was frozen. It did not come to my mind until I was a young teen; after babysitting somebody from church's kids the father drove me home. He smelled like booze and at a side road he slowed the car down, he put his nasty hand on my thigh and leaned in to kiss me. I knew right then to push him away as no way he was going to try to touch my cotton. He said something about he had the wrong impression. I was fourteen, what impression did I give him? When I got home and went inside, just like always I said nothing. The wife of this man would call and ask me to babysit and I'd say no and Momma didn't understand; I was so afraid to tell her. What is wrong with me? I ask myself this a whole lot lately. My little me pushes through and wants grown up me to deal with my creepy past; I wish my memories could be stolen. I'd do anything to sleep through the night and not remember no more.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Families
Good morning 🌞
Hello! The sun is overhead, your caution has gone off, and you're expected to get ready to get started. At the point when now is the ideal time to adapt to the situation of the day, a few of us need to a greater extent a push as opposed to other people. While some are the sort to be up with the sun, springing up anxious to begin the day, others rise gradually, requiring a decent stretch and a superior mug of espresso before they're truly alert to the world. Ray of sunshine in the morning or not, we've accumulated our best statements for you to invite the day. Allow these statements to move you to emerge from bed in the first part of the day and require on the day with a positive outlook, or send a statement to a friend or family member to motivate them to do likewise. Regardless of how you feel about mornings, our insightful, moving, and humorous statements will assist you with beginning the day on a high note.
By Akash shrivastav 2 years ago in Families
What My Mother-In-Law Gave Me
I knew my father-in-law liked me the moment he saw me. He was sitting at his computer desk when his son introduced me to him. He glanced at me over his shoulder and then dropped his mouse and swiveled around, giving me his full attention. Contrary-wise, my mother-in-law did not look at me. She looked at everything and everyone but me. It seemed like she was too preoccupied to notice that her son was trying to introduce a girl to her.
By Stephanie Van Orman2 years ago in Families
Guardian's redemption
In the quiet town where Jack had once called home, the streets echoed with memories of his past. After years of grueling service as a marine, he returned to find that time had woven unexpected threads into the fabric of his life. Rebecca, his former love, had moved on and married Mayor Robinson, reshaping the contours of Jack's existence.
By Abdulmalik Habib2 years ago in Families
Whisper of destiny
In the serene heart of the United States, a small town embraced the aromatic essence of Mei's Chinese restaurant. Mei, a resilient Chinese widow, worked tirelessly to serve authentic dishes that had become a local favorite. Amidst the clattering pans and the wafting fragrance of spices, Mei faced the challenges of single motherhood, raising her teenage son, Cheng.
By Abdulmalik Habib2 years ago in Families
Baby in Womb
Of course! The uterus is described in detail below: The female reproductive system's pear-shaped uterus, sometimes referred to as the womb, is housed in the pelvic cavity. It is essential to reproduction because it is where the developing embryo is found throughout pregnancy.
By Vijay Kumar2 years ago in Families
