parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
MAGICALMOM
Million of people write about motherhood, or moms, still this much writing doesn't justify her work, her affection, her unconditional love for us- her children. Who is a mother? It's not always necessary your birth mother is the one who helps you grow, you mould you in your best shape and version. The efforts a mother puts in development of her child is beyond comparison. She does everything for her child's benefit and often forgets her own self. She's there with you in your every fight. She guides you. She encourages you, provides you with wisdom, vision, sight. She educates you. Makes you complete, wholesome. Gives you an identity. And any lady who does all this for a child is a mother. For being a mother you don't have to give birth. Taking care, and looking after the child, also makes you a mother. There are various phases in our life, when it's not our own mother, but some other lady, say out teacher, our sister, or friend, or any aunt, or lady in the neighborhood, who helps us out in extreme cases. Be kind to them, cause in those moments they act like your mother too.
By Neer Bukharia5 years ago in Families
MOM
My mom was the greatest woman I ever knew. She taught me that hard work and perseverance would always get you to whatever goal you had set for yourself; She taught me always to keep my head up and a smile on my face to face the world with dignity no matter what hardships it threw at me.
By Mary Bowie5 years ago in Families
Mother: The Multifaceted Being
The year was 1987 when I was born in the Dominican Republic in Santiago city to my mother, Julia. In October 1988, my mother left D.R. and traveled to New York leaving me in the care of our family. She wanted to come to North America to provide a better life for her and the family, as is the dream of every immigrant. Having family in New York as well she thought that she would have help like she did back in her native country, but that was not the case. She started to work as a cashier for her uncles’ supermarket, but quickly learned that they had archaic views which suppressed her growth. Being that Mami had me out of wedlock and they had their old-fashioned views they saw her differently and they treated her like the black sheep of the family. Even now so many years later it is still a scarring memory which is painful for her to share. The hurt and rejection that she received from her uncles is something that she has not forgotten or forgiven them for. Although, life gave her lemons, she managed to make lemonade. For birthdays and holidays, she managed to send me dresses and money, so that we could have good food to celebrate, all the while she suffered looking for a stable place to live in an unfamiliar place where she barely spoke the language. Despite many hardships she persevered regardless of her circumstances. Not too long after she forged a relationship that would bring forth my middle brother, J.C. At this point of her life, she began learning English which afforded her with the opportunity to earn her G.E.D. because she had bigger dreams than just being a cashier for an establishment she detested. One day she was able to quit and began a new career as a domestic worker. She began cleaning apartments in the downtown area of New York. This provided her more money and time to spend with my brother. The best part was that no one was looking at her through a microscope or bothering her for her choices. Around this time, she was working on her citizenship and seeking a way to bring me to New York. Since she left me at a young age, I did not know enough to miss her; she would always call, and I would speak to her, and my family would tell me about her. However, growing up without her had me looking towards my aunts, and my grandmother as mothers as well.
By Aileen Fernandez5 years ago in Families
39 Years Old, Widowed With Six Children
My mother was born on the day India got independence in a remote village in Southern India. Her name is "Suthanthira Udayam", which means "Rise of Independence". She was born into a wealthy family. She was married at the age of sixteen and given birth to six children. Her life was good until the tragedy strikes our family back in 1986. My father died suddenly leaving her with six kids aged between six to twenty. We are from a south Indian family and remarriage back then is a never imaginable one. My mom was 39 years old, widowed, all the wealth has gone, no income, and she had to feed six children. She faced all the challenges of life and raised all of us with much courage.
By Rajesh Vairapandian5 years ago in Families
What's your smile hiding, mom?
What does it mean to be a mother? Is it just about giving birth, raising children and providing them with the necessary education? Definitely not. Since the beginning of life on Earth, perhaps, there has never been a stronger being than a woman, even more so than a mother.
By Maria Ostasevici 5 years ago in Families
A mother's love
I was lucky enough to grow up surrounded by incredible women. My mother is the youngest of her mother’s six children. Most of my grandmother’s other children moved across the country when they left home, but my mother only moved 3 and a half blocks from her childhood home where her mother still lived. I am my mother’s oldest child and from the time I was born until I was eight she was a stay-at-home mom. My only sibling is my brother who was born 3 years and 23 days after me, and we soon became inseparable. Most of my childhood memories before I started school are of my brother, my mother, my grandmother, and I spending almost every day together. We went to the zoo, to museums, to the art gallery, to the mall, and to the park. My father worked a lot when I was younger but I never felt as though I were lacking a parental figure. My grandmother was such a constant maternal presence in my life. She was already 80 when my brother was born but she was always staying active, physically and as a member of her community. She had six children, eight children, eight great-grandchildren, and 2 great-great-grandchildren. She knew all her neighbours and loved her daily walk around the block. She loved to garden and bake, mostly using the rhubarb from the overgrown plant the took up half her backyard. She went to so many of my dance performances and piano recitals. She was always there. When my parents started to let me walk to her house alone I went as often as I could. She let me watch as much TV as I wanted, which my parents probably weren’t thrilled about since they rarely let me have screen time. She made me crackers and cheese to snack on in breaks from playing with all the dolls and toys she kept for me. She loved watching me play dress up in all the clothes that my aunts, mother, or she used to wear that were overflowing from her multiple closets. She had the biggest laugh that couldn’t help but make you smile. She was who I wanted to spend every day with and who I wanted to be when I grew up.
By Clara Jennings5 years ago in Families
A Love Letter To My Mom
Sometimes I find myself at 2:00am laying in bed with my mom as I attempt to put down the weight of the world I have always forced myself to carry. As I begin to stop being Atlas and start becoming Angela again, she will lean over and whisper “Who do you love the most in the entire world?”. I barely have to think before I respond “you”. Just then, my attention-loving clinically obese kitten, Dr. Grapes Figaro Mustache III, will jump on me and my mother will ask “Even more than your cat?”.
By Angie Seminara5 years ago in Families
Lessons Learned From Being Raised By a Toxic Mother
My mom died almost nine months ago. Sometimes I feel as though I should be ashamed by the fact that I do not have all the emotions I hear and read about when it comes to the loss of a parent. I want to contribute that to the fact that Mom had such an awful terminal illness for so long. ALS is a disease like no other I have ever seen and the day she was freed from the now useless prison of her earthly body was a day of relief. I was so happy that she no longer had to suffer. The last year had been absolute Hell on Earth for her. The two years leading up to that Hell had not exactly been a walk in the park either. She lost her ability to stand, walk, eat, and talk. And as those skills became extinct, so did her dignity, physical appearance, and sense of pride. Watching her endure such humiliation, struggle, and pain was a gut-wrenching experience no family should ever have to experience. But as much as I want to write-off my numbness as a natural side effect to what I just witnessed, I know that I am experiences the results of the coping mechanisms I had developed over the past forty years. My mother was a toxic human being. The fact that she has passed from this life does not change who she was while she was here. I could lie. I could make up fluff and spew niceties because those would be the societal expectations of someone who recently lost their mother. If you grew up with one of those "walk on water" mothers, you now think I am a horrible person - cold and heartless - but I can assure you that I am not. What I am is broken. Broken, but mending. Being raised by someone who parents using shame and manipulation as their primary parenting tools can really damage a sweet and sensitive child's psyche. I will give credit where credit is due - I still learned from her. It may have been unhealthy coping mechanisms or internalizing and ignoring my feelings, but I learned. I was shaped. I am currently and actively reshaping myself with a vengeance. Here are three things I learned while being raised by a mother with very toxic personality traits.
By Melissa Wright5 years ago in Families
The Warrior Mom
Three days. The number that represents past, present and future. The number 3 that is creation and the number of sides of the strongest foundation on earth, the pyramid. Speaking of creation, it was on the third day sometime in 1985, after being intimate with my father, when my mom said she felt my soul implant herself right into her body. She felt me, this gentle and warm energy radiating right at her heart center. Now, back in Ukraine where I was born, this was a time where there were no early detection tests to determine pregnancy yet. My mom would have had to wait at least a month to know, yet here I was already making my presence known. This was uncanny and supernatural from the origins. This was a momentous time especially given that my mom thought she would never have children. Yet here she was in time, feeling a presence in her heart and body, a soul born of true love because she loved my father tremendously. Ever since I can remember, and given my mom’s testimony, from the second I came down to this earth, my mom and I have had and have such an unbreakable, strong and deep connection that’s unfathomable. She’s always been my protector and I hers. In my life, my mom has been the only constant. She’s always there like a lioness, roaring with pride or ready to shred an enemy to pieces if need be. I can always count on her to have my back weather sun or rain. So, when my mom decided to make her dream come true and emigrate to America, my dad didn’t come. Fact is my dad wasn’t ready for me, but the world was. One day when we were already living in Brighton beach New York (dubbed little Odessa, which is where we are actually from in the Ukraine), I asked my mom a profound question after a day of school. Apparently, all my schoolmates seemed to have a daddy, but I didn’t. So I asked my mom this in Russian, “Where is my dad, mom?” Well, with tears in her eyes, mom answered candidly, she said, “He didn’t want to be with us.” This part I’m about to tell you always makes me laugh a little, because although it’s a little bit sad and especially for my mom, I like how my mom describes my expression. My mom said I always reminded her of a little old lady because my answers and demeanor were so mature that certainly I am an old soul sitting within this child. Anyway, I look up at my mom as a four year old with this furrowed brow, pensive...and I reply, “Well, I have you mom.”
By Anastasiya Torres5 years ago in Families
