parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
The Best Job Ever
I love my job because each moment of each day brings a new adventure in my job. Some people do not consider my job an actual job since it does not bring in any income, rather it cost me money. Yet, others see my job as the hardest job on the planet. I am a mother, a mom, mommy, madre’ and mum, depending on which child you are asking. I have been mothering children for as long as I can remember. My own mother told me when I was very young that I was just born with a very nurturing heart. My very own personal journey of seeing just how much being a mother really entailed began with the birth of my very own child on March 7th, 1997. Prior to his birth I had been deceived in what all mothering entailed. However, I also learned the capacity of the human heart to love another human being more than you even love yourself and to feel that love reciprocated.
By Greylee Tynewise4 years ago in Families
The Unpraised Job of Motherhood
Many say that it is the hardest job in the world. Do I agree? Absolutely. I have been entrusted with the most important responsibility of all - raising a child. Well, to be honest, it's two children, both daughters, born 14 months apart. The currency for this job is a little different to traditional roles for I am only paid in love and memories. It's a 24 hour a day, seven days per week, 52 weeks per year job, that doesn't have a completion date. I am, and will forever remain, a mother, mum, mama, mummy, mommy, and momma.
By Julianne McKenna4 years ago in Families
Everything Was Fine . . .. Top Story - September 2021.
I sat in the hair salon one Saturday getting my maintenance trim and I suddenly realized something about my surroundings. There was a young woman getting her hair all twirly-curled, faux-complaining about the shoes she ordered for her wedding (she clearly just wanted to talk about how cute and perfect they were), a young girl accompanied by her mom and grandma was getting especially dolled up for some upcoming event and the two mothers were there to make sure everything went smoothly, simultaneously giving directions to the stylist who was cheerfully taking their advice. Another woman, tinted and blown out, paid her bill, left a tip and, placing her tortoiseshell sunglasses above her wide grin, walked confidently out into the morning sunshine.
By Cindy Eastman4 years ago in Families
Tips to Talk to Your Parents
It can be really hard to watch your parents as they get older. It can be difficult to watch things that used to come so easily to them become a struggle. Even daily tasks like keeping up after the laundry and house can become too much. The lawn, which used to always be mowed, may look like it has been weeks since anyone touched it!
By Shelley Wenger4 years ago in Families
My Hero, twice over.
My first true wakeup call crashed in when my lifelong protector, champion, and hero - my beloved father- died of pancreatic cancer. His diagnosis came as a shock, given that he was a pediatrician and careful with his health and wellness. His only health concern throughout his adult life had been heart disease. I remember often noticing the large blister pack card on his bathroom counter, containing one large red tablet for each day of the month. He was a participant in a Duke University study, in which he took this magic pill (I never asked what it was) once daily to stave off his own father's end. The blister pack was mailed to him monthly. I knew my Dad would never get heart disease, because I knew my Dad would always be around. He wasn't going anywhere...ever.
By Sally Young4 years ago in Families
A letter to my parents
Dear parents: I have left you for about two weeks. I miss both of you very much and I guess you have the same emotion. It is the first time for me to leave you for such a long time, so I know you must worry about me. To be honest, after I burnt the dish again, I think it is necessary for you to worry.
By Qianhua Zhou4 years ago in Families
Motherhood
When I was seventeen I fell deeply in love with my future husband. We did everything together. After dating for almost a year he asked me to marry him. I had known Scott for about three years we spent time together as friends on many occasions. Being with him as friends and lovers I found a feeling of safety. I remember the first time I felt that way about him. I was laying with him as he rubbed my back and I could feel how strong and firm his hands were. He has rough manly hands the kind only hard work can make. I remember the feeling that came over me. I want these hands near me forever. The whole world felt small compared to our love.
By M. Johnson4 years ago in Families
My Father's Tree
Time and tide wait for no man, and that sucks. This is a proverb attributed to Geoffrey Chaucer (well, I added the last bit) but it is likely much older, perhaps from Greek origins. When reviewing this week's Vocal Summer Fiction Series challenge, this is the first thing that popped into my head, and now an uncomfortable emotion is driving me to explore that thought on the blank page. To expunge from my mind, as it were. You see, I'm almost exactly the same age my father was when he died, he wasn't very old, and I am finding more triggers to the subjects and relevance of age and time passage than I ever have before. I suppose everyone that is living gets one day older every day. We share that. And I wonder if the apex of life comes when you remember your own mortality more regularly? Maybe it's all downhill from here? I hope not. I'm perfectly healthy, though I seem to have a love / hate relationship with pizza (maybe another commonality we all have). I have goals, and plenty of dreams to work towards. I love, and feel loved. It could be that I just really miss my Dad.
By Daniel McShane4 years ago in Families
