parents

The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.

Womb Healing
Desperate to escape her mother’s searching stares, Suzie announces that she is tired and ready to sleep. Luckily her bedroom is in the attic so no one can disturb her, at least without fair warning. To Suzie’s mother’s credit, she doesn’t say another word and just lets her go. Suzie never seems to want to talk to her these days and she is worried about the things left unsaid. A deep breath inward and she is transported into a long buried memory about her own mother...and their relationship. These are not comforting thoughts. She moves, her body a grimace, to put on the kettle. It’s late and her brain will ensure she will be up for awhile...
By This&That4 years ago in Families
Momma now I know….
Hey Momma, It's Mother's Day again, and as always on this day, you are never far from my heart. Every single Mother's day for the last 5 years or more, I have tried to write this letter. I wish I could tell you in person. I wish I had told you sooner.
By Angel Baker 4 years ago in Families
To my Awesome Mom
To my awesome mom, Hey mom, I never told you this before but for many years I have seen you take care of me, my sister, and my older brother. I have seen you tackle going back to college and best it. You have been to many jobs for years on end and only leave because they either let you go or because of Brittney and me. I have seen you be an absolute superhero for years in more ways than one and during those times never once have I ever seen you truly complain about anything. So, since I am writing this both for you and about you, I’d like to take this chance to just say: Thank you for everything that you have done. You are the main reason that I don’t give up on things. Yes, I may look like I don’t try at things as hard as I do at times but trust me when I say you are the reason that I am constantly trying to find all the ways to find a solution to the problems that I have.
By Daniel McLeod4 years ago in Families
Tamales and Needles Elsa
I should admit that Christmas of 2002, I put my hand in the tamalera (a major profound pot for tamale making) and the tamales came out crude (pintos) as a result of me. It was my issue. Please accept my apologies, I did so even with every one of your alerts, however my cousins tried me. That day we as a whole snickered at the disaster and every one of the aunties chastened us kids asking who had plunged their hand in the tamalera. (It's an old Mexican notion, the individual who places the tamales in the pot is the ONLY one who can place their hand in before they begin cooking, on the off chance that another person does, the tamales won't cook. Senseless I know, however it's a thing.) Again Ma, I'm grieved.
By MR HABI4 years ago in Families
Thank You
How do I start this? How do I start putting down these words that have haunted me for years? There’s so much I haven’t told you. So much I’ve hidden in my few years on Earth. I guess I can start with being honest about how much I miss you. I miss getting hugs and being told I love you every day. The last hug I remember getting from you was years ago when I graduated. I remember seeing you cry and realizing that I had made you proud. I had thought of it as just another day until then. I didn’t get why graduating was such a big deal. It was something thousands of people did every year. But seeing those tears go down your face and the way you gripped me when you hugged me, it clicked that the day wasn’t really for me. It was for you.
By Iago Santiago 4 years ago in Families
To You
To you, the one who helped raise us; though it was only for the first few years… With parents who divorced before I could even begin to remember, the first clear memory of mine was when the two of you were fighting outside the car.
By Jihyun Lee4 years ago in Families
You’re Not Alone Anymore
Mum, I want to tell you a secret. Today, I came across a journal entry I wrote a few years ago. It began… “I’m starting to resent her”.
By Angel Oseghale4 years ago in Families
mother: a hidden hero. Runner-Up in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge.
Dear Mum After all these years together, can you believe that here is still something I've never told you: I understand.
By kolzennn4 years ago in Families
Never Tell Your Parents You Don't Have Anything to Do
Considering the conditions that exist in today's world for a child to be raised, I think of myself as grateful for having grown up in the '50s and '60s.
By Ken4 years ago in Families
I Know You Tried
Dear Momma, I know you tried. I know you loved us. I know you had the best intentions. I know you would never leave me.
By Gypsie White4 years ago in Families
A letter for my mom
Hi my dear and lovely mom! Before I confess anything in this letter, I want to tell you three sentences. These three sentences always exist in every child's life journey and I am your child, so I want to tell you those sentences. 1:- I am sorry 2:- Thank you 3:- I love you so much. Usually in case of all daughters every girl is more attached to her father but in my case I am more attached to you than father. i don't know why? Maybe because you take great care of me. In my journey of life so far, I have told you everything that I thought was important about myself. But there are a lot of things I never told you because I thought those things could hurt you and I didn't want to hurt you mom. Now I found that a confession letter is the best way to tell you those things. Some of these things are about me and some are about my dreams. Firstly, when I was in school I found myself able to understand social things. I never fell in love with my name because all my classmates teased me that your name is too similar to a boy's name. I always pretended in front of you that I love my name but I never loved it. Secondly, mama you know how much I love my face but my right eye was affected since birth. I used to feel bad when people used to tease me about my eyes. I secretly cried a lot for my eye , but I never showed you how much this problem affected me. Always my attitude in front of you was such that I do not care about my eye but to be honest I used to feel very bad. Thirdly, in my childhood when I used to see my friends going for swimming class, karate class, cooking class and art class etc. I used to get so jealous that why am I not in their places. I always wanted to go to swimming class, karate class, cooking class and piano class but due to paucity of money I never told you. I was watching the condition of my house, so I used to talk to the stars every night wishing I could fulfill all my dreams. Let some kind of magic happen that will change my whole life. For your pleasure I never told you about my passion and my dreams. I know mother you will cry after reading this letter, but believe me mother, I really don't want to hurt you. All these things are from my past when we didn't have much money but now we are very rich and now I can fulfill all my dreams. And because of you so many dreams have come true. Now let's talk about my name mother. I used to wonder why you didn't give me a girly name. But now I am a big girl and I understand everything. I don't care what people think about my name? I worry about that what you think about my name? You always say that I am your luckiest child so you gave me this name and now I love my name. Mom, now I can fight with anyone who makes fun of my name. You know why? Cause I feel really proud that I have such a name. At present my right eye has completely healed only by your blessings. Now everyone praises my beauty all the time. These bitter memories never affect my present because I have so many sweet memories with you, like honey. So, please don't feel bad after reading this letter. In this letter I told you everything that I have never told you in the past. In the end I want to confess one more thing Mom. Now I can't change my past life mom but I can create my future perfectly. I want to become a best hollywood actress and I know that your blessings are my strongest weapon to win this battle. I hope that you will support me in my dreams and help me to increase my potential. Thankyou for reading my letter in your precious time and I love you so much. Your loving daughter Lucky
By Lucky Sharma4 years ago in Families
Dear Mom:
Dear Mom: I am hurt. No, I am hurting. I have been for nearly 9 years. And I've been wanting to say this to you, wanting to vent my hurt and anger and frustration for all this time.
By Rachal Flewellen4 years ago in Families