parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
The Barn to Freedom
In the distance she could see an old barn, the broad side shadowed in the falling darkness. The door stood open, welcoming, though to anyone else, it probably would have looked ominous and rickety. Bethany checked once again to make sure that she wasn’t being followed through the deep Pennsylvania forest, then ran across the meadow toward the haven of the cavernous depths and comforting darkness.
By Alicia Borghese5 years ago in Families
Treasure Island
Long John Silver, pieces of eight, Blind Pugh and the Black Spot! My father loved telling the tale of Treasure Island. In later life he’d call out, in his lusty Pirate Voice, in the middle of a conversation, apropos nothing, “I likes the young’uns for the cut of their jib. But I likes the old’uns for their experience!”
By SARAH STEWART5 years ago in Families
Theme For Your Baby Shower
It is always a great joy to have someone added to your family, especially if it is a cute little baby. And how else would you celebrate the joy of having one? Plan the most fun and unique baby shower you’ll ever have. Preparing for a baby shower should be fun and exciting. You can be as creative as you want. Go simple or go real extravagant. As long as you will make your party special and unforgettable, you can go ahead and experiment on the different themes you can have.
By Martinet Sinan5 years ago in Families
Colour Me Calm
It’s been a long day. It’s been a long week. My almost two year old is resisting sleep like nothing I’ve ever seen, my almost 4 month old is probably going through that absolute nightmare of a sleep regression that is notorious at 4 months. I’m so tired. The house is a mess but I don’t care. Uni will be going back soon. Am I taking on too much going back full time? I’m overwhelmed. I barely have the energy to look after myself, let alone be learn. I miss being creative. I miss having fun.
By Melanie Baker 5 years ago in Families
“I believe your father is my father”
There isn't too much to report from my childhood. It's when I started having kids of my own that i started asking questions. I grew up in a small Texas town just south of Dallas. My parents were married before having kids. My dad worked to provide for us while my mom raised my sister and I. My dad being from San Antonio and my mom from Illinios, we split our vacations between the two places. My grandparents on my dads side were quite older. Something that we had grown up knowing was that my dad was adopted at birth. Our grandparents adored my sister and I and in a sad turn of events we didn't get to say goodbye to them before they passed away. That's a story for another time. They gave my dad a great life full of love and adventures.
By Michelle Stuart5 years ago in Families
The trial for my life.
Some of you might be wondering why I haven’t posted anything in a while. I might say that it is because I have been working too hard. Or that I came down with some mysterious illness that has left me unable to research and write. Or that I have been on a well-deserved vacation to a hidden island, hanging out with flying monkeys and drinking spice rum. While all these are excellent excuses- the real reason is that I found the Tik Tok.
By Rose Loren Geer-Robbins5 years ago in Families
The Prized Possession
My name is Karlo Asko, and there it stops: at the "o." What would it look like on a wall with a prestigious degree from one of the universities that dust the earth like fall snow in the White Mountains? Not sure, I chose a different trail through the double diamond of my life. I'm just a man, a man who has lived for 52 years and has loved and learned, like you: through Experience. My credentials, like most around me today, come from life, from the mundane to the truly magnificent. I sometimes feel like an exuberant 12-year-old with dirt behind my ears, a runny nose, and a big blank open space before me as big as a galaxy...my future. But, my friend, at other times I feel like I am 90 years old, looking back with that same exuberance, sans the dirt and snot but with a little fog that rolls over the beach of my memories.
By Karlo Asko 5 years ago in Families
Generational fragility
Generational Fragility Raising children can be a daunting task; it takes skill, determination and a great sense of humour. Raising them properly is a seemingly impossible task. Parenting has evolved so much over the years, it can be hard to keep up with current advice, but have babies changed? It’s hard to imagine babies are different enough now, to warrant such a drastic change in our parenting techniques in the last few decades.
By Lynsey Fyfe 5 years ago in Families
The Power of Memory
I’m the youngest of six siblings, and the only girl. In addition, there’s a considerable age difference between my brothers and me. In fact, there’s a 22-year age gap between my eldest brother and me. Needless to say, by the time I came along—a surprise for sure—my brothers were really on their way out of the house, or close to it. In some ways I felt like an only child.
By Jennifer Beck-Wilson5 years ago in Families
Parenting for Schmucks
Verklempt? Take a moment -Discuss. Show your kids who is boss, and they will never forget who the last word, whether you are breathing or not. You don’t have to have a pulse to make a point. Is it necessary to have either of those? NO. What is necessary is for you to react appropriately. Whilst alive. No more “Wait till I tell your father”. NO. Never was and never will be. My 2nd husband ran away and for all I know is now in Thailand under an assumed name. Working or being pampered ILLEGALLY. I will give you his name and a reward when found. He owes me his life. And over $500 000 plus emotional distress, deserting a wife who is almost perfect and way too good for him, as well as for all fees related to finding him, fixing him (in the most legal of fashions) and destroying him. Note to self – send email and registered mail to wherever he is and tell him and anyone he has ever thought of going to or speaking with or living close to and say in writing: “Hi Schmucko. I hope you died. SLOWLY” My kids were brought up entitled and lazy. Just like their father. Not Kristal, Juan and right now, my daughter is not talking to me because she has made a cutesy connection between a fictional character I created and her late father. No baby, that’s not your daddy. I am your parent. You need no one else. Watch their reactions to the following well delivered phrase: “I am a mother with balls so don’t mess with me. I’ll double your pain and you will have ME there when you wake up to administer the wrong medicines.” This is a useful sentence and phrase and must be practiced to an art. Your voice and your tone are the only way all five-foot 2 inch you will perform effectively with those who would do you harm in any way, shape, or form. Especially the clones or kids. By the way it works just as well for taller or shorter parents of the Take No Prisoners Tribe. Ours. The Chosen Ones. Oy vys mir. • Watch those little pishers run for home. Observe your millennial whilst she dramatizes how you over-react, and you ALWAYS make a big deal about nothing. Bull Shit. It is VITALLY important to her future and her role as mother in waiting but not in training. • No way will I allow a child of mine even after age 40 to sleep at a friend’s house overnight without ADULT supervision. EVER. It’s not about trust. You know darn well what YOU did at that age, and you sure as sh*t do not want her to screw up her life the way you screwed up yours. Yeah, that’s right. I am not perfect. Are you surprised? My parents were. I got away with murder because my mother was not paying attention. On the other hand, my father WAS. He would be at the front door with a belt to beat the future ex-bf away preferably with a Doberman and sound effects at 4 5 6AM for as long as it took. Back in the old country we do not use weapons. We use INFLUENCE. Much more powerful and lasts a lifetime. Never forget that “A bad name lasts forever” to paraphrase Woody Allen. It’s no trip to the Bermuda Triangle but worth a try. My kids dad and first husband tried to lose me there and failed. I loved him for all his life. He was not Israeli nor Mexican Israeli, but a local unmarried good looking mensh and SMART. Had his own firm/practice, entertained lavishly for all his clients, and treated everyone as fairly as the next, even with payment plans. He adored the kids and he respected me as a human being as well as an asset to his firm and his practice. Strange values and folk live in the US of A. Including me. Yes, you heard it correctly. More racist than I ever experienced than in Apartheid SA. Me? I do not tolerate discrimination of ANY kind. Look at me funny and I can kill with a look. I can give anyone the curse of the Golem from 50 miles in the rain, on the beach and especially in traffic. I am a legal US Citizen and took my oath a week ago. A side of me which I had suppressed in true neurosis style has leaped to the fore. I will take BS from NO ONE. EVER. You can be the King of the Castle but screw you if you get in my way. I am DRIVING here. And I look a lot nicer than Dustin Hoffman. (Forgive my artistic license but I EARNED it.) In any city or town all around the globe parents are ignoring the fact that sometimes their kids are middle of the road ordinary. What’s so bad about that? Nothing. Just know that in some countries you cannot buy intelligence. You must inherit it. It cannot be taught, and it is passed from generation to generation until a stronger strain of meshugas kicks in (like The Mossad Strain). G-D forbid I ever meet another Israeli with attitude as I did with John aka Juan Kristal last address Hoboken NJ. Home Depot. Blood will flow (probably mine). This idiot RAN AWAY and hid. I am no Joe Pesci angry white African American Jewess. I may mix my metaphors freely, but – hell -do not disrespect me EVER. Don’t dare talk whilst I am interrupting. Back to the matter in question: Your younger clones. Child or Adult, a child is always a child to YOU and is never too young or too old to learn, argue, lose, and accept that what mom says is Kosher and written in menstrual blood or Manaeshevitz. Someone please, check the spelling and help me here. Your children are and will always be children to you. Done and done. They can be older than you are, if inherited by way of remarriage but they are still KIDS. They do stupid things, or nothing at all, and then wonder why the hell the world is not totally open to their ideas and way of handling life’s basic survival skills? Again, back to the topic at hand (you should pardon my expression). NO! Don’t pardon it – EMBRACE it! It is worthy of more than a simple raise of a plucked eyebrow or look of disdain. I have no problem with YOU no matter who you are or which G-d you chose to call upon in moments of passion. You may be king and I a cat. Does that mean that we should not discuss and converse? Please for the LAST TIME Do not mess with my kind my people my family and especially my children be they kids or grown men and women. I WILL FIND YOU. You have no idea how wonderful it is to be able to stand up to your whiny millennial and speak the TRUTH whether they can or cannot handle it – it is immaterial. Here are a few basic examples: If she is a girl, she already knows it and is pushing your buttons. This is not acceptable behavior. If she is a boy, you are both screwed. Say it anyway.
By WriterS.InK Inc. (Sandy Groyer)5 years ago in Families
30 Days 'til Daughterhood
Father-Daughter day at school was one of my earliest memories where I knew something was off. The other kids spent the day pridefully showing off their desks to their dads. The sight of them, beaming with joy, stopped me in my tracks. I wondered, why was I alone?
By Danielle Eckhart5 years ago in Families
