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

Parental Guidance
In the 21st century, everything is apparently of interest to someone and the evidence of this can be found on social media and in reality television. Since the early noughties, reality television exploded in popularity with the advent of Survivor, Big Brother, The Biggest Loser, and American Idol, all of which went on to become global franchises in turn giving birth to a never ending stream of progeny.
By D.A. Cairns4 years ago in Families
Mom
Moms are so amazing because they have so much work to do. A mom will always be a mom no matter what. She can work 40 hours or more, and still come home and take care of her family. Some moms choose to stay and work from home. A mom is inspiring, no matter what she looks like, or who she is. A mom can accomplish a full day of work without complaining. Her goal is to always keep the family together. She is driven by all the love that she has for her family. She doesn't care what we look like or who we are. Sometimes we can be blessed and become a mom without planning it.
By Tania M. Cortez Hamilton4 years ago in Families
We Know it Takes A Village
"I’m going to eat and write and eat and write. An empty house, a house alone." What does a mom like more than an empty house?
By Melissa Steussy4 years ago in Families
A letter to my son
1/30/17 A message to my son.... Writing to someone I'm hoping gets to receive my wisdom and knowledge because it would've been greatly appreciated had my father done the same and granted me half the information, I'm willing to share with my unborn child. I'm thankful for the people God did bless me with to receive the knowledge I do possess.
By The Omnipotent Deity4 years ago in Families
A Bad Habit
Growing up I discovered that I was burdened with a truly bad habit for causing mischief. This problem seemed to intensify during the summer months when I didn’t have school to distract me. Looking back, I think it was one of the reasons hearing the words June, July, and August caused my mom to shudder involuntarily.
By Don Money4 years ago in Families
Three Loving Angels
I'm one of three girls from my Father's first marriage. I am also the youngest of those three girls. My two older sisters were my rock as much as they could be, in what was a very traumatic childhood. They were there for me but unfortunately even today, there is so much of my childhood that even they do not know.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Families
Letting Go. Runner-Up in Love Unraveled Challenge.
Just look for the blue Dodge Durango with the Guam sticker, she said. It’s a Wednesday in June. The following day marks the three year anniversary of meeting our eldest son Michael at a playground in Tacoma. Today, though, Nathan and I are driving to Ellensburg from Seattle to meet Jacob. And I’m not doing well.
By F Cade Swanson4 years ago in Families
Family Connections
It was an early spring day, she was standing there, her hair down, slight wind in the air. It was a parking lot. A place where many people come and go. She was looking at me and I was looking at her. A secret glimpse. The drive was not easy. I was sitting in the back seat, to her right and I know that here I am, and yet, I am about to leaving again in a few moments. My emotions were up on the car ceiling. The world felt like it was spinning around me. Two weeks flew by so quickly, it was just not enough time. I appreciated every moment. This was 3 years ago. There was no need to say any words. I could see it in her eyes, the movements in her body, the unspoken words, I knew that my tears will follow. The truth of deep love and caring for each other. It is hard to say goodbye when you do not know when it will be again to see your mother, and as a mother to see your child and let them go again. It might have been a normal day for everyone else. Not for me, and not for her. There was an understanding between us that only a mother and a child can feel. A bond that forms while in the womb and gets stronger while growing up. There are moments that are wonderful and moments that we tend to forget. The last moments for me were in the airport saying good bye.
By Gabriella Korosi4 years ago in Families
My Son Wants Pink Ballet Shoes
My son, A, came home from school the other day and said he wanted the pink ballet shoes, not the black ones. I apologized and promised that when he grew out of these, we could get the pink ones. But my heart ached.
By Margot Magee4 years ago in Families
Goodbye on Mothers Day
Mom worked a low-wage job as a leader of a nonprofit organization for girls. When she got home she tossed her jacket and purse on the table and walked past me without a word. She continued on to the refrigerator. Looked inside to bare shelves. In robotic movements. Withdrew something wrapped in foil and dropped it onto the countertop. The loud crash of a frying pan followed, which broke up the fight between my dad and me.
By Arlo Hennings4 years ago in Families
Parents Don’t Get Paid — It Is the Biggest Job in the World
I said it to him: “I didn’t get my period last month. I think I am pregnant.” We did the dishes together when I spoke those words. We were a little bit silent. We didn’t know what to say to each other. “I keep the baby,” I said to break the silence. “I want the baby to know his or her father,” I continued.
By Agnes Laurens4 years ago in Families
The Wild Stallion
It was the early morning hours, and the sun had barely risen over the horizon when the loud shouting of my father coming through the open window had woken me from a sound sleep. I rubbed my eyes as I crawled out of bed and strolled to my open window to scan the corral below. I stopped, and my eyes grew wide as they landed on the most beautiful solid black stallion I had ever seen. A few days prior, my father had told my brothers and I that he had purchased a new stallion for the ranch and that he would need my brothers' help in training him, but he never told us how magnificent the stallion was. His black coat glistened in the rays of the rising sun, showing off his well-defined body. His muscular legs strode out in perfection as he stomped and kicked his hooves against the ground kicking up dirt and dust into the air. His tangled black mane was long, stretching down just past his shoulder, and was in some serious need of a good brushing from the looks of it.
By A. LaRae4 years ago in Families