parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Two Mothers
Dear Mother, I didn't understand. As a child I wanted you to leave my dad. I loved him but I felt like he wasn't being the best father or the best husband. I had always thought that our lives would have been better without him. I knew that he was an alcoholic. I realized during my teenage years that he had a drug addiction. So, I never understood why you just didn't leave.
By Tyrone Livingston4 years ago in Families
"There's Food At Home"
"Tell Mummy," Mommie whispered to Aku. If you tell her, I'll give you some of my chicken. Tell her you want Papaye. " It was a hot Sunday afternoon right after church. The Atopre family found themselves battling the hectic Circle traffic. The streets were bustling with catcalls from hawkers, vendors, and the minibus conductors, popularly known as "trotro mates," but the family of five were almost oblivious to them. Of course, with the exception of the 3 kids, Mommie, Paa Kow, and Aku.
By Phoebe Srekubea Mante4 years ago in Families
I See You, Mother!
My fingers are dancing, traipsing along pages, crawling, stepping, stumbling, and running. I see you, mother! Your freckled face frowning down at me as I lay in wonderment of your steely glare. You were the dawn of every morning, the light in the darkness before your hands covered my face.
By Laila Ireland4 years ago in Families
Priceless and Invaluable
My mom is a magician. I can watch a recipe video or have her send me an email with step by step instructions and still not get it right. But, if I watch her cook the recipe one time - I get it. The magic is in the tiny nuances passed from generation to generation - like soaking the tamarind in water and using the juice instead of tamarind paste. Or how mixing the spices in oil first and then adding vegetables makes them tastier. The experience contained in the vessel that I know as my mom is priceless.
By Anu Sundaram4 years ago in Families
Battle of the Finances
I debated whether to write this blog or not because part of me is embarrassed, the other part of me proud. However it’s a struggle that many Americans deal with. Also the way I have dealt with this struggle is very relevant to breaking generational cycles. Part of raising our kids differently than we were taught includes teaching them about finances.
By Vanessa Caley4 years ago in Families
Relaxation Sensation
Being the oldest immigrant daughter is no easy task, it is a position in which you play mother and father for your siblings when your parents are not around, which is often because they have to work to support the family. Bills have to get paid; especially with New York City rent skyrocketing more and more by the day. As the oldest daughter in a big family, you have the responsibility of taking care of the house as well as those who happen to be younger than you. The reigns of the house and children are handed to you, just a child yourself.
By Ambar Angeles4 years ago in Families
I'll Be Seeing You
My parents (Mama and Papa) were opposites that attracted, something that doesn’t always work for everyone. Married in post WWII Portland, Maine in 1946, they had a boy (me) in 1947 and another boy (Chris) in 1948. Papa took an electronics job with Stromberg-Carlson and proceeded over the next 5 years or so to do the job, with hundreds of others, of building local telephone offices throughout the Southwest and South. During this period, Chris and I had time to have Diphtheria while in Jefferson City, Missouri and Chris to have his tonsils removed in Hobbs, New Mexico as well as a couple of operations to correct his eyes. The four of us lived in 37 states for short durations until I was old enough to go to school. A month of first grade in Oneonta, Alabama and two months in Tampa, Florida, before Mrs. Nelson’s class, in 1953, at Sunset Avenue School, in West Bridgewater, MA. the place my heart will always call home.
By David X. Sheehan4 years ago in Families
When Your Kids Need You for Everything
We hear moms say how hard it is when their kids turn into tweens and teens and although it’s awesome to get some freedom back and to not be needed so much all of the time there is this nagging feeling that something is missing.
By Melissa Steussy4 years ago in Families
You Are Going To Miss Me
Hey Super Woman it’s been three years and your face in my mind is still as beautiful as ever. I never remember you not having one and it astonishes me now because I’m a little wiser. Only to understand those tears flowed deep like rivers behind closed doors. I never knew the bills and meals we never missed was a load that weighed a tone because you didn’t only have one broke best friend Super Woman you cared five with grace. I took my super hero for granted because you are clearly invincible I will have a lifetime. The clock was stolen time is up Dec 17th 2018 STOP!!!! “You are going to miss me when I’m gone.” Never felt as deep on my heart and soul until my hero was taken like a thief in the night. I would put on my super suit if it would safe You Mama. This letter is to you Queen
By Samera Whitehead4 years ago in Families
