parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
My Mother
Dear Mom, You are my hero. I know I don't say it, but your strength is awe-inspiring. When I was a child, and dad left, I never saw you flinch. I was young, but I still remember the look of determination on your face as we had that garage sale. It was before we moved in with Mema and Papa. If you cried I never saw it.
By Colt Henderson4 years ago in Families
Mama
Tuesday, March 15 1994, is when it all began. I was getting ready to make my debut into the world. For nine months you embraced me as I invaded your belly for my growth. You sacrificed your twenty-one year old figure, in the prime of your life to be a source of nutrition, protection, and warmth for me. Without you and that nine month process we endured together, being literally attached by a cord I would not have survived. Twenty-seven years later you successfully brought in four more baby boys. I speak for all my brothers when I say this, without you we would not be here. Thank you!
By Jihaad Pretlow4 years ago in Families
Early Years
My name is Shannon though I am known by many as Grip. Born deep in the Adirondack Mountains of New York state in a quaint little town called Tupper Lake. The town itself was mainly known for the lumber industry as the Adirondacks provided a vast expansion of endless trees for the harvest or so it seemed at the time. The year was 1977. My father and mother were very young and very inexperienced in life and raising a child. My father worked at a little store that sold electronics and my mother stayed home with me and my older sister of 4 years. By 1979, I was two years old, and my father and mother decided to call it quits. The details of the divorce I am still as of this day not certain of but, from what I gather it was intense. My father took me, and my mother took my older sister and that was that.
By Shannon Rizzotto4 years ago in Families
Hero in the Shadows
To my father… I need to thank you. You have given me more than I have ever realized. I see it everyday when I look in the mirror and see your face staring back at me as I age. I see it in my daughter’s steel-blue eyes that she got from you. But most of all, I see it as I look back on my life and reflect on the men who helped shaped me in your absence.
By Chris Ashley4 years ago in Families
A Letter to My Hero and Shero
Dear Mom and Dad, So many claim many different people as their hero. But I claim you as mine. And not because you have been wonderful parents to us your ten children, but you both survived Covid. Mama, you are eighty seven years old, go to dialysis three time a week and still you had the will and determination to fight off this dreaded virus that so many have succumbed to. When you were told that the vaccine was available, you rolled up your sleeve and took it without question because it was supposed lessen the severity of the virus. I suppose it worked for you. You had us afraid that you wouldn't make it but you did. You are my hero!
By Nelly Black4 years ago in Families
Thank You Dad
As a young child your absence was hard to handle. As a truck driver you were gone for months at a time. Remember when my siblings and me would meet you at the TA by our house. You would take us to get pizza at CiCis and fill us up with candy before returning us to our mother.
By Dianna Hoiland4 years ago in Families
A Letter to My Hero
You already know that I love you, but I want you to know something else as well. You are my hero. I’m sure it’s not easy being a parent. I hope to know myself one day, but it couldn’t have been easy raising three sons. It would have been difficult enough if all you had to do was pay for our food, but of course there was so much more than that. There were the headaches we caused, the heartaches we dealt with, and the downright stupid shit that we got ourselves into. You were the embodiment of patience while being the stern, disciplined voice we needed.
By Will Staton4 years ago in Families
I Will Always Be Here for You
The day you were born, a little over fourteen years ago, I would never have imagined the journey that I was about to start on. That first night, as you slept on my chest, skin to skin, I cuddled you and whispered that I would always be here for you. Little did I know how much this would mean literally, how much you would need me. And how much I would need you.
By Geraldine Portier4 years ago in Families
My Mom, My Hero
Cliche isn’t it? To say my mom is my hero. When I really stopped to think about it, I can see why that is. As far back as your memory goes, mom is always there- smiling, or scowling, scolding or holding you. As you get older you tend to start pushing her away, forgetting that she was once young and energetic. She has no idea what you are going through. And yet, as much as you push she remains sturdy- always there for you. Once you’re into adulthood you do everything she advises when you’re stuck and don’t know what to do. You grow into a wonderful adult, get married, maybe have kids- all with her there with you for every stage of life. You don’t know what you would do without her and can’t imagine why you ever gave her a hard time so many years ago.
By Val Poulos 4 years ago in Families
