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The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
This Is Real Reason Why The Love We Have For Our Moms Is Unlike Any Other
You’re so mean to your mom. The words echoed in my head as my friend was explaining how the sarcastic comment I had made earlier probably made my mother feel as though she was less than. But that was the way it was. Our relationship was made up of me being a complete jackass and my mom just getting it. I’m harder on her than anyone else in the world and she just had to accept that.
By Alexandria Brown5 years ago in Families
Beauty is a Way of Seeing
My mother is not vain. She has never considered herself to be beautiful. In her mind, cute, fun, and friendly have always seemed more appropriate descriptions than gorgeous, alluring, or mysterious. She believes, as my grandmother so often said, that “beauty is only skin deep” and my mother is not interested in appearances, in shallowness, in anything that is merely skin deep.
By Megan Irwin Harlan5 years ago in Families
How to Avoid Growing Up Gracefully
At a fun family reunion three years ago, my family and I attended an Easter egg hunt at the local cider brewery. The first prize (and biggest egg) was a $25 gift certificate for the brewery, and there were a lot of great, smaller prizes as well — some merchandise, chocolate, candy.
By Zulie Rane5 years ago in Families
We're All Mothers for a Moment
What if all women were mothers, even without having children? Even the people who choose not to have their own children have experiences in being a motherly figure to others, whether they've noticed or not. Growing up with a mother I didn't feel I connected with, I learned to seek motherly wisdom elsewhere, desperate to gain some sort of motherly attention that many kids are privileged enough to experience. Of course, there is no actual replacement for the woman who tried her best to raise you as a child of her own. However, I found bonds in places I never expected, and these served as mother moments for me.
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Families
One For Now, One For Later
One For Me….One For You It was a typical day in Pittsburgh……In December…….Blistering snow storm, blowing the ‘pretty to the eye’ white stuff into your pie hole if you open your mouth at the wrong time, slick slushy roads from the morning sun creating sloooooshhh sounds as the ‘big man’ trucks would drive by on the busy “back way” to the bustling little town over the hill in “the rocks”…. and me…in town from ‘it never rains in southern California’ to teach an acting class to a sturdy group of kids who have waited months for my return.
By Trisha Simmons5 years ago in Families
Adversity Molds You.
My mother, Blanca Esther Padilla is and always will be my hero. From running away from a physically, mentally and sexually abusive childhood to blindly walking into an abusive marriage, one which she thought would save her and take her far away from her pains and traumas, my mother is certainly the strongest person I know, and I’m not just saying that because she’s my mom. I basically grew up with her. I’ve watched her get her heart broken, beaten to a pulp by my own father, kicked out on the street by her own mother for misunderstandings and clashed communication, and yet she always made us feel safe. I’ve gone to college with her, I’ve witnessed her in her poorest and I’ve witnessed her in her richest, all with 2 daughters, young and alone. She is the definition of optimism and persistence. She taught us respect, and manners but most of all she gave us a kind of depth that I have only found in a small amount of people, far and few between. People who have faced much adversity, God fearing. My mother always gave us the platform to express ourselves and play around with our passions. She gave us the freedom and wealth she yearned for as a child, which I feel is very humbling. There were Christmases that came around where she would gently sit us down and explain to us that she couldn’t get us what we wished for but would try her best to make it a fun and happy Christmas. I always appreciated it, and I always wanted to cry because I knew she meant it and I knew she was alone. I’ve been told that I am wise beyond my years throughout my life and I can only thank her for that. Growing up with a single mother I’ve learned that adversity can do two things; it can either break you, cripple you and direct you to a much darker path or it can mold you and push you to a better future, however the choice is yours. In this case it has pushed us all to a better future, together. With hard work and persistence (even if you’re not the most talented at something) you CAN achieve anything. No amount of heartbreak or adversity can stop you from achieving your wildest dreams, in fact, it is giving you the thick skin you need in order to live this beautiful experience called life, push through trials with grace, love and positivity.
By Natalie Cassinelli5 years ago in Families
The Transformative Power of Forgiveness
"Bobby, she never even held her when she was a baby," I overheard my father's sister say to him one night. They were outside on my aunt's deck, drinking and catching up late into the night, after over a year of not seeing each other. They thought I had fallen asleep, but I laid awake in the guest bed, listening to them reminisce about when my father was still married to my mother. I tried not to eavesdrop, but they were revealing answers to questions I had most of my life. No one ever told me why my parents split not long after I was born. In fact, neither of them ever mentioned the divorce and rarely mentioned the other. Despite the rupture to life as I knew it and the jolting accumulation of two different homes, they acted as though everything was normal.
By Katie Davidson5 years ago in Families
Dear Momma
To the first person that I ever met in this world, The first thing that you ever introduced me to was life. Through you, a connection with this world was made & a connection that could never be severed. “Life is temporary but energy lives forever”, these are the words that you shared with me when I was a young kid. Sitting on the front porch with the warm, soothing summer breeze grazing our faces. The way you smiled with happy confidence as you spoke these words spoke directly to my soul. The cool cement under me reminded me to always stay grounded as you pointed towards the clear blue skies & said “what you see up there, is your only limit”. I simply smiled & took it with a grain of salt. As I progressed through life, a few years later I remember sitting in your office down by the CU Denver college campus. Hearing cpr quietly playing in the background, looking out from your 5th-floor office window onto the Platte River. As the water flowed & the sun smiled at us from its reflection on the stream. You looked at me & said, “Always remember, life is like that stream. As long as you allow it to flow, the world will always be happy. The sun you see are the lives of the people you will touch. They will always be thankful for your kind, gentle but steady flow”. I simply asked “What if I don’t flow?”, you replied “Then you will be like the rock, only in the way but not stopping anything but yourself. The world will always reward you for playing your part”.
By Michael "3lack" Simmons5 years ago in Families
