parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Dear Mum,
Dear Mum, I hate you. I hate how I feel like you've abandoned me, how I feel like your constant disappointment, how I feel like you are happier now that we rarely speak. I hate how you’ve disparaged me for years, how you used to speak about my dad, how you've raised me to feel this way. I hate that my dreams were ridiculous to you. Because of your action, because of your words, I'm filled with all this burning anger, all of this bottomless sorrow, all my self resentment; you let it happen. I hate how you dismissed my feelings, how you made me feel like I couldn't do anything right, how you made me feel like I was always wrong. Why don't you try to talk anymore? Why didn't you take me out for the birthday meal you promised? Why am I your last thought? Why don't you I've me like my brother? When did you stop loving me? When will I be good enough? When will you love me again? Will you ever again? What do I have to do? What do I have to say? What will make you happy? Does this make you happy? The distance between us is far, yet I feel that it is tenfold. I was scared of you, I was resentful of you, I spiralled and you weren't there. Did you ever forgive me for being a brat? Did you ever forgive me for the things I said? Will you ever forgive me for the mistakes I've made? I'm asking the question and I'm terrified of your answer. I'm terrified that you can't forgive me. I'm terrified that I’d understand if you didn't. I hate that I feel these things. I hate that these are the thoughts I have about you. I hate that I'm reason we don't talk.
By Dillon Johnstone4 years ago in Families
A Letter To Heaven
Dear Mommy, You were my best friend in life, so there is not anything you do not know. I told you everything and anything there was to say. When I was angry with you, you knew. When I was up to something I had no business doing you knew, well you were told eventually. I talked to you about all my secrets, all my feelings, and all my dreams. Of course, somethings were told to you after I became an adult and a mother myself. When I was a kid and the abuse I was endearing stopped because I got to live with you after your divorce, it was not important enough to bring up. The last thing I wanted you to do was blame yourself because you did what you thought was best and had no idea it would happen. Once I became an adult, I felt like I could openly talk to you about it, I thought I was more capable of explaining that it was not your fault. It was not, and there was nothing you could have done to prevent it. You worked so hard to provide for my sisters and me. You made the ultimate sacrifice everyday of your life to do what I needed.
By Sonja Williford4 years ago in Families
Making breastmilk is a lot harder than it looks!
This blog is about my experience with breastfeeding. And I got to say it has its ups and downs. And you know what, it is worth it for that little cutie that suckles and is coeing the whole time. Yes, breastfeeding can be exhausting because you fall asleep; I recommend sitting in a rocking chair and using a boppy so you won’t get tired,
By stephanie borges4 years ago in Families
A letter to you
A child always adores their mother . I always adored you . We grew and got older. Mostly together , as you were young when you had me. You went through abuse and unkind behaviors too. I mainly understand you and what you’ve experienced in life. I know you dislike me because you hate my dad. But it’s hardly a reason to dislike someone . You getting pregnant was not my fault. You always told me about it as if I was the person who did it . When all I was is a child. I don’t know why in this family I was a outsider . I don’t know why everyone made things difficult for me. Or why when you saw my depression you didn’t help me.
By April Liao4 years ago in Families
Honey Be
Dear Mom, I wish I'd chosen you. I remember you asking. At that moment it felt like the hardest decision in the world and I didn't understand why I had to make it. I was overwhelmed and the orchestra of fireworks and scattered cheering in the background did not help. I clung to your side that night unaware that it would be the last time I ever saw you.
By Trinity Daye4 years ago in Families
Parenting Class
I noticed her smiling, full of sheer joy. She was playing with my eyeshadows. My very expensive eyeshadows were colorfully strewn across my bed with her playing with their textures and expertly breaking them up. I grabbed her and tickled her and started to teach her colors from the colorful flakes on the bed. This was a moment of joy for me, because I knew my daughter was appropriately interested in colors AND that I had the ability to repurchase those shadows.
By Shamaine Daniels4 years ago in Families
The Hateful Mom
Dear Mom, I don't know where to begin with all the hatred I've felt from you. I know you hate me, but I don't hate you. I sometimes wish I had a time machine, so I could go back, and place my infant self with a better family. You married a pedophile when I was still a child, and I tried to warn you about him, but he told me if I broke you up he would kill me. You never listened to me when I needed you the most. I even had moments, I wished you were not here anymore. You treated me and Teddy like dren, and you should have shown more love instead. I realize your job made it impossible for you to be there when you were needed most, but that's no excuse for everything that happened when you were there. I feel as though you allowed your husband to do what ever he wanted to do. I feel as though you wanted to see me cry instead of healed. Worst of all you tore my family apart knowing I did nothing wrong. You sat on the wrong side of every case. You told the court, that "there was no way your husband could be a pedophile, so I must be lying." You told the court, that "I killed my premature son" even though, you knew he was premature and born sick. You knew he was in and out of the hospital his whole life and still accused me. I am ashamed to call you my mother. You even went so far as to sit with the prosecution, and tell the courts, that "if they left my other children with me they would wind up dead too." I took these statements as a threat to my children's lives as though you would come and kill or cause harm to my children and then blame me for it. I signed for them to be adopted, so you could never be able to harm them especially not the way you harmed me. I wish I could be a part of their lives, and protect them, but I can't and I will forever blame you. My children have to grow up without their biological parents, and without knowing anything about where they came from and for that I blame you. Maybe, someday, hopefully, it's not too late, you'll learn how to be a good person, and what a good person is. You have not been a good person since I've known you, and your true colors have come to light. Maybe, your son will learn your true intentions. I really do pray you learn how to be a good person before somebody does something to you for anything you may have done to them. I also know about what you did out west when you said you were offered the witness protection program. I know you were not offered the witness protection program, and you married and changed your last name because you were running from what you didn't want anyone to know. Most other truck drivers would have turned themselves in stating that it was only an accident, but for you it was no accident. I also know you lied to me about so much more. I recently learned on 23&me that you lied about when your mom died or my birthday or maybe both because someone sent me the obituary of your moms death. I also learned that both you and dad lied about having Native American DNA, and I told him either I'm not his child or he's not Native American.
By Yuley Burrow4 years ago in Families
What Only Mothers Do.
I used to be afraid of the thought of becoming a mother. Something my mother has always told me is that "your mission changes when you become a mother." The goals, desires, and dreams you once had, don't necessarily die, but they now become filtered through the best interest of your children. A mother's goal, a mother's hope, a mother's dream, her job, her ministry, and life purpose become for her children.
By Langley Häftling 4 years ago in Families
A Letter To My Mom
Mom, I could never thank you enough for everything that you've done for me. I don't mean that lightly. Thank you for waking me up for school and brushing the knots out of my hair, while pulling the occasional clump out too :) thank you for taking care of me when I'm sick and bringing me breakfast in bed. Or driving me to school every day because I didn't like the bus, thank you for always being the "homeroom mom at school" so that we didn't have to be apart (and for giving me permanent separation anxiety because of that). Thank you for taking us on family vacations, giving us girls weekends, making the BEST mashed potatos (Mama mash). Showering me with constant love and affection, teaching me how to love people properly so that I can share it with everyone that I love around me. You are my biggest inspiration.
By Shay Gross4 years ago in Families
I Hope You'll Still Recognize Me
It was a cold chilly night. The kind of night that required a bed sized for a king with blankets that could wrap you up tighter than a chipotle burrito. Matthew, Tyson, Ken and I were in a studio making music. Getting high promptly after a successful session. “Here, try this.” Matthew said. I looked at him with a concerned expression baiting for an explanation. “It’s just weed, we got it from Oregon. This is the good stuff. Take a big hit”. At the time marijuana was no stranger to me. I inhaled as much as I could. Matthew was right, it was good, too good.
By Austyn Dinkins 4 years ago in Families
