parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Strings Too Short to Use
Ever since I can remember, even as a child, that brown paper box sat on a shelf in my mother’s closet. It was a high shelf, above the clothes racks, where she kept her hats. Back in the 1950’s women wore hats to town, to church, to teas or to any sort of event or gathering that required dressing up. It was the fashion and my mother fancied herself fashionable. Mom was born in 1897 and when she and my father adopted me, she was 45 years of age.
By Elizabeth Powers5 years ago in Families
THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER
The screen door suddenly flung open, causing her to look up from the chair where she sat curled up with her feet up under her. We were home from school, loud and eager to be free of our school clothes. As we all clamored through the door, Mom asked each one of us how our day went and if anything interesting had happened. As children, we didn’t notice that she was somewhat pale and moving just a bit slower than usual. We went on in our normal routine, throwing our book bags down on the table. Each of us emptying its contents; each of us producing papers to be signed and displaying those we were proud of. In her own wonderful mom way, she congratulated every one of us individually and beamed with pride at our hard work. One by one, we disappeared to our rooms to change our clothes and then start our homework. That was the rule. One by one, we all re-appeared at the kitchen table with our books and assignments in hand. As we gathered at the hub of our home, our mom started preparing dinner. She was always close by in case we had a question or needed help. She should’ve been a teacher. Every day passed the same as the last and we were none the wiser.
By MELISSA E. PROPER5 years ago in Families
Special From the Start, Forever in Our Heart
From day one he had my heart. A boy who may not have suffered like some but had his own burdens to bare. Within the first month of his life Charles began having rhythmic kicking in his legs. His doctor visit sent us for blood tests. It's hard to express what you feel watching your little one month old baby being stuck with needles into their tiny veins. Results came back with high ammonia levels. I was instructed to nurse him every hour and we were sent to Cook Children's Hospital in Fort Worth, TX for evaluation. They told us he would most likely be sent to Dallas to a higher care facility.
By Teresa Littig5 years ago in Families
It was never what was in the envelope it was always what was not !
Growing up I always wondered why there were so many secrets and hidden conversation between my siblings and parents . One thing was for certain ( I knew it wasn’t right) . My mother always insisted that we never touched her black marble dresser in her room and that’s one thing we never went against . As an adult I haven’t spoken to my mother in years due to the lies and deceit in the family . I recently decided to forgive my mother because there’s not a manual to raising kids and I know now today we all have our faults but that’s what makes us us! Life is too short for grudges so it’s time to move on. Well last month I visited Ohio to see mom, me my two nieces and my two sisters . When we arrived my dad , mom & uncle sabian my dads brother had been waiting for us to get there! I slept in moms room because the guest room is being fixed and I couldn’t bare sleeping with the girls . Well anyways this night I heard stumbling and I ran to see what it is . My mother and my sister had a huge argument because my sister insisted that it’s time to stop “sweeping things under the rug”. Things got a bit loud but I ignored the facts & issues at hand because it was between them and I headed outside to smoke a cigarette. My sister came out behind me in tears telling me she’s sorry and she wish my mom had told me a long time ago. I asked her what was wrong and why is she so upset let’s talk about it but she refused due to not wanting it to bring any more issues ! Growing up my father was really mean to me and my sister , he was much harder on us than the others and mom never spoke on it . My father and mother always kept their issues private so we weren’t aware of anything . My uncle sabian had been around more then I’ve ever had seen him around in my entire life, oh did I mention he’s my dads brother who my dad hates. My mother never allowed us to get close to him because him and dad couldn’t see eye to eye. So they say. Well later that night we all sat down for dinner and headed to bed like normal . I woke up the next morning ready to head back home after such long weekend and went to pack my things. The girls hugged and kissed the family and we headed out . I had to run back in to get my other bags and mail from a while back so I headed to moms room . “ Mom” I yelled , “where is the mail I had you put to the side “ “Top drawer” she yelled up the steps . I gathered my things grabbed the mail and by mistake grabbed two other pieces in which I assumed were all mine . Got home late the next evening . I scrambled thru the mail and once I got to the last two items I paused . One was a brown envelope with urgent information the other no tag. I called mom to let her know I’ll mail them out to her & that I took two extra pieces of mail by mistake . Oh she panicked , she called me numerous of times afterwards . I didn’t pick up and begin to play back my sisters words . Well I opened the mail and there sat in the brown envelope . My name , My dads name and my moms name. Just say if I never touched that envelope my uncle would’ve never wind up being my father . Oh, you read it right , Sabian Hill and My mother created me and my twin sister and finally decided to stop “sweeping under the rug”. Too little too late now
By Pamela Hill5 years ago in Families
Mother's Love
Mother's Love Since we love the concept of unconditional love, it is a myth that does not help us, mothers. This does not mean that there is no obligation on the mother and the child, but it does not, and when women are committed to their children, it will not happen immediately, in a way that is very consistent with the cultural myths. One can see the hope and hope of man in this myth inspired by anyone other than Dr. Spock, the man who led the upbringing of the American generation of young men.
By Aayush Alphonz5 years ago in Families
