parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Dad of the year
I knew at that moment that a child could not be luckier than ours to have a father like you. Fatherhood was a foreign word to me, a concept i could not quite grasp. For me father was a term used for the man that showed up once every three months to take you to the grocery store. At eight years old, the joy and excitement of walking into a no frills and spending sixty dollars so you would have food for a week and wouldn't have to spend the month sharing a pack of ramen with your sister while your mother sat silently at the table with nothing in front of her but a small smile as she provided for her children as best she could.
By Ridley Young4 years ago in Families
Finally Found
When my mother was seventeen years old, she gave birth to me. I was thrust forth into a life of being left alone with strangers, being shuffled from house to house, being abused. It all reached a head one day when I was beaten so badly that I had to be rushed to the ICU. I had a broken collar bone along with a whole host of minor injuries, I was less than a year old. My mother and I had been living either with my father and his twin sister at the time, or one of my mother’s many boyfriends. The story has changed more times than I can count. Regardless, the court system thankfully found my mother to be an unfit parent and I was put into the custody of my grandparents.
By Tyra Mitchell 4 years ago in Families
POP
POP by Marty Roppelt Tenacity. That's what I think of with respect to my dad, my Pop. Should I wash the early memories of him in golden sentimentality? I could. Many faded snapshots beg me to guild the time. My favorite is the black-and-white photo of Pop on all fours in our living room one Christmas, trying in vain to will a toy train to stay on its track.
By marty roppelt4 years ago in Families
Big Feelings.
I am a highly emotional person. That's a fact I tried to deny for years, but there is no escaping it now. I denied it because I didn't understand it. I spent most of my adolescence bouncing between numbness and emotions that became my whole being. To make sense of it, I came to this conclusion:
By Amanda Rilee4 years ago in Families
Daddy's Guitar
learned to play guitar because of my dad. I never had too much to say about my father. Since I can remember, he served like a backdrop in my family. He was always quiet. When he wasn’t away working, he was either doing chores or sleeping. I remembered he never talked much. Nor did he ever come to any school events I participated in.
By Xiao daCunha4 years ago in Families
How To Make A Dad
Love is a precarious thing. It runs hot and cold and it hits us most unexpectedly sometimes. Love, real love, is unconditional. Very few things are comparable to a father’s love. One of those rare comparisons includes a homemade meal made by the man himself.
By Tiffanie Harvey4 years ago in Families
Don’t Just Make Babies, Create a Special Memory
Every child growing up with a loving father often has a memory that will stay in their minds forever. While growing up, I vividly remember my dad working as a waiter in Chinese restaurants his entire life. He worked six days per week and sometimes picked up an extra shift during the beginning of a school year to buy my new school clothes, and during Christmas to buy gifts.
By Anthony Chan4 years ago in Families
Ghost Dads
I didn't have a story book Father son relationship that any kid longs to have. Thankfully I didn’t have a nightmarish abusive relationship with him either. You could say we had a ghost relationship. My father was merely an acquaintance I was able to visit from time to time. You see my parents were married and then divorced less than a year’s time. Before the age of nine I had no idea who my father was. He never stopped by to visit or offer to take me to his place so I could see his place and could get to know one another. It seemed like he couldn’t even bother to pick up the phone and say, “Hi kiddo, how are you doing today?” Growing up it was just my mom and I, but I always wondered what my dad was like. Right around the time I turned nine my mom had enough of me asking about my dad. She was finally able to reach out to one of my aunts and she provided my mom the info needed to get a hold of my dad.
By Shawn Ross4 years ago in Families
The Story of a Hero I call Dad
In comics there are super heroes and villains, in real life, I would say my greatest super hero is my step dad who has done everything to take care of me and my mom. This man has been through some rough times when my mom first married him because me and my siblings were not understanding what was going on at the time as myself and my siblings were only, 6, 5, and 13 at the time we moved in. As time moved on I realized that he was trying to raise us to be better so that we won’t turn out bad. Even though the man is a strong silent type, I always knew that he loved us in his own way. I know that he keeps a roof over our head, he feeds and waters us, he makes sure everything around the house is in working order, and he protects us from anyone who wants to hurt us.
By Robert Archer4 years ago in Families
