parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Keep Going No Matter What
A bubble. That’s what my mother put around me as a young child. Space within the world where nothing from the outside could touch me. So much like the bubbles we have grown used to through these tough pandemic times. Much as in this strange time, being bubbled left us isolated, and afraid. I remember being afraid.
By Kevin Mitchell5 years ago in Families
'I Wouldn't Change It For The World'
It’s a common phrase, ‘live with no regrets’. It’s the kind of saying you can easily picture encased in a white frame, strung up on the wall of an upper-middle-class kitchen. The kind of saying you might see in slanted cursive, tattooed across a stranger's ribcage. You could liken it to ‘be yourself’, ‘never give up’ and ‘always have faith’. These sentiments are wonderful in theory. In practice, however, people are flawed. Throughout our lifetime we make countless mistakes and take many wrong turns. I find it difficult to imagine that anyone on this earth lives a life truly free of regrets. Though if there was one person I could say has come close, It would be my mother.
By Keely Gilmour5 years ago in Families
Snapshots of a Life
As a child, I often went to my bedroom at the end of the hall and heard the pounding of typewriter keys in the kitchen or dining room into the late-night hours. I had four siblings, and my mother was the last of the stay-at-home generation of Moms but worked for a small, local New Jersey newspaper, reporting on local town council meetings in the evenings, after my father returned from work, and writing a weekly column. (She did not work a daytime job until I was in middle school.) The clickety-clack of that typewriter meant a number of things to me.
By Julia Schulz5 years ago in Families
Love of a Mother
Mothers, they are the glue of the family. They are your guardian angel and your lifeline. They teach us things like how to cook and how to recover from a heart break. They teach us the meaning of love through their own love for us as their children! The knowledge passed on from them isn't something you can find in a novel written by Emily Dickinson! It’s true and it’s powerful knowledge that you’ll hang on to especially after their gone. A mother’s love is undying, even Charlotte Brante couldn’t put into words or a poem that would describe how strong a mothers love is. I only wish that my mother doesn’t leave me to soon. I still have much to learn from her, like that one cookie recipe she still hasn’t given me, or how I should fold my towels after they have been washed because she always tells me I’m doing it wrong.
By Hannah Meyer5 years ago in Families
An Abundance of Books
Tiny beads of perspiration were "dancing between the freckles" on my face, or at least that's what I was always told when I was a child. I didn't believe it though. I could feel them slowly running past my nose and landing above my upper lip. That's where they always landed, followed by me occasionally licking them off, if I didn't have any Kleenex handy. Boy were they salty! Life in Florida.
By DOROTHY PALMER5 years ago in Families
For HER price is far above rubies!
God sent, that’s my mother. The one who was sent to nurture me, who molded me into the person I am today. The woman who put a house over our heads, food on the table, and worked long hours to be able to take care of 6 children. My mother who “openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.” - Proverbs 31:26. There are many lessons that I hold dearly in my heart that my mother taught me, but one of the most valuable ones I have is that she taught us growing up that we had to work hard to overcome obstacles, to never give up because we’d never be able to overcome those barriers by sitting around complaining. She didn’t just say this, we saw it in her actions everyday growing up. My mother having to raise the 6 of us never complained about anything, she trusted God to guide her and never gave up. She is a hard working, independent woman who did anything for us. She never complained about having to raise us alone, never complained about having to work, and still after long hours at work day or night, she didn’t complain about having to take care of us and always made time for us. We’ve all gone through so many things, but that lesson that she taught us, that we saw with our own eyes, motivates us to work for what we want to accomplish to this day. Was she ever disappointed of how things went? No. At least she didn’t show it because she didn’t sit and give up, she worked and put her all in everything she did, to raise us into the persons we are today.
By Marisol Banda5 years ago in Families
