parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Lessons in Life from My Boss Mom
Mildred Evans Barzacchini, my mom, is a Boss Mom. Mom died in November 2019 after living 101 rich, full years. But I still think and speak of her in the present tense. That’s the thing about Boss Moms, they will always be with us. And Millie is no exception.
By Mike Barzacchini5 years ago in Families
The Strength of Her
"Mom and daughters fight." is a phrase that has been ingrained into my head since the moment my mom spoke it to me almost ten years ago in one of the many fights we had when I was in high school. I remember little more from that argument than that phrase and the anger that surged through my body the second the words left her lips. This is not normal. I was so mad that our relationship wasn't a normal one. All of the rest of my female friends' relationships with their mothers seemed to be a lot more traditional. They were able to have conversations with their mother that didn't lead to arguments. It seemed that no matter how well I did in school or how hard I tried in sports I never felt good enough for my mother. The arguments continued throughout high school.
By Christina Jacobs5 years ago in Families
My Mother Taught Me How to Read ...
My mother taught me simply how to read the world. Whispers in the wind and screams from the sun went unheard to all except the perceptive ears of my mother, the perpetual listener. Forever focused on everything but herself, my mother embodies nature’s own parent; minding the precarious growth of the ignorant and naïve from behind a proverbial curtain of humility. Who was I, other than the bundle of cells my mother gave identity to with nothing but love and sacrifice? Who am I, other than the product of generations upon generations of mothers’ work concentrated into one selfish, easily-distracted, and technologically addled lump? In understanding my path ahead and recognizing my gifts of today, it is truly my mother who taught me to read the past.
By Kishan Baskaran5 years ago in Families
MOM
Living with mental illness before times of acceptance, my Mom struggled. It wasn't as if we all knew what was going on. It was a big secret that she'd disappear and I'd spend a few nights at Emily's house. I was about eight when I learned the truth. My Mom was suicidal. Great.
By Diane Poole5 years ago in Families
Where In The World Would My Children And I Be Without My Mother?
Let me tell you a bit about the situation that my children and I found ourselves in of recent. We are some of the fortunate victim’s of Domestic Violence. Rather should I say, we are survivor’s of a very traumatic past.
By Crystal-Lee Borowski5 years ago in Families
A Woman whom I call Mother.
Written by Aria Isabella Ramey If one were to look through the teeny tiny nooks and crannies that outline my mind and fuel my dreams, she can be found. A woman of justice, a woman of honor, a woman whom I call mother. There in the corner, overlapping those pockets, I find her mother; My mother’s teacher. A woman of dignity, a woman of truth, a woman whom I call grandmother. I find wisdom filled with peace and joy that she has passed to my mother. The kind of peace and joy that I hope to pass to my children one day. My mother is the matching piece within my puzzle. She fills me up, in and out, going above and beyond to keep me from ever experiencing emptiness. Through her words, I find a way out of the darkness, and when the sun refuses to go down, she provides a tunnel for me to rest in, to protect me from the rays. I find everlasting peace with my mother. Though I have had eyes since the day I was brought into this world, she has taught me to see. Though I have ears, she has taught me to hear, though I have a sense of touch, she has helped me to feel, though I have a sense of smell, she has helped me sniff out opportunities. Though I can taste, she helps me with mine (which is especially needed given my sense of fashion.) But most importantly, she has taught me not only how to love, but has shown me what love is. Throughout my years, my mom has become more than a mother to me. She has become a friend, a guide, a counselor, my number 1 fan, and the kind of woman I hope to become one day.
By Aria Isabella5 years ago in Families
Mama taught me about sacrifice
Mama taught me about sacrifice. When I was young, my mother always found me riddled with illness. I was born with asthma and was prone to any flu that came my way. I caught pneumonia at one point and bronchitis at another. Sometimes just being out in a cold place made me feel sick too. I tried my best to fit in with other kids in my class but because I kept getting so sick, I felt that I never had any time to play with the other children as much as I'd like to. At the end of the day, all that mattered was getting enough rest so I could come to a state of normalcy. I had to because,
By Patrick Oleson5 years ago in Families
Mom Knows Best
One of my earliest memories is crying uncontrollably when I was 3 as my mom left for a business trip to France. A sleek black car had come to pick her up from our humble New Jersey apartment. I was far too young to feel proud. Instead, I just missed her.
By Pallavi Juneja5 years ago in Families
