parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
My mother
Where to start, when most of us can say so many great things about our mothers. My mother wasn’t the best cook, but she tried , I remember many of an over cooked meal. But looking back I may have helped in making this happen. Always in trouble, with a short temper. So instead of cooking she was trying to keep and eye on me. I am currently a single full time father. While I am at work , it is my mother who has my son. And I know he is in good care. Because I know she would ruin a well planned meal to make sure he is safe. As she has done for myself in the past.
By Kevin hodgson5 years ago in Families
She, the True Survivor
By the age of 5, I arrived in my very first orphanage ever, along with my younger sister and my mother. Yes, Kampus Diakonia Modern (shortened as KDM) is a non-profit charity organization for the homeless people especially the street children, they also accepted all kind of people, from the unwanted and orphaned babies up to the old people who cannot afford houses. Most of us actually street children, age 5 up to 18 years old. I will tell you more about KDM in the other story.
By Ratri Kelana5 years ago in Families
The Red Dress
The Red Dress Her face looked soft during her bath time on Saturday nights. I would sit on a chair that was just outside of the bedroom door to watch her. Her hazel eyes seemed to gleam with that same light that I noticed every time she sang in her church every Sunday and at weddings.
By Sandra Johnston5 years ago in Families
She's Always Beside Me
I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder when I was eleven, following a year of hell where I imagined myself killing my family, scared that I would grab a knife and be unable to not stop it. I was in full psychosis. I was afraid my cat would kill me in my sleep. I promised that if my mom died, that I’d run in front of a car. I was manic at times, and extremely depressed at others. Everyone told my mom that children couldn’t get Bipolar, but she never gave up, and took me to many therapists and doctors.
By Kittyface275 years ago in Families
I Wish You the Very Best Of Everything!
I thought I could write this without any issues. I was wrong. She was said to be complicated but, I do not believe so. I think, Velma was very special, not so much different or complicated. Velma was able to make you smile and laugh no matter your situation just by giving that crooked, little grin of hers. The one she used when people told her something she did not believe, or when she thought something was sarcastically funny.
By C~Marie Rhodes5 years ago in Families
The Right Mother For Me.
It can be a blasphemous thing to speak ill of one's mother, and I do it sparingly and with deference. To garner some understanding, I'll say that my siblings consider me to be my mother's favourite. Whether there is truth to it or not, there are unintended stresses that fall upon the favourite, namely the obligation to achieve, lest you fall into disfavour with both your mother and your siblings. The former for not remunerating the investment of raising you, and the latter for squandering perceived opportunities not afforded to them instead. From my perspective, I wore the 'favourite' badge by default, because I was simply the last child to sour and spurn the comforts of my childhood home. As an adult watching my own children grow, I've become aware that the childhoods of my siblings are a foreign and unrelatable thing, and if in their opinion I was afforded more opportunity then it is their right to consider it so. I saw glimpses of what my siblings counted as childhood as I grew, but being considerably younger I was unaware of the tumult of adolescence at the time, and warmly enjoyed all the attention and affection that was offered. By the time I reached adolescence myself my mother was a more skilled parent and provider and better judge of character, which led to more of what my sister would call 'getting it right,' but as time passed for us all, I came to accept that whether or not there was any favouritism occurring, the perception of it was enough to manifest such an arrangement.
By Kyle Tunnicliff5 years ago in Families
Breakfast with Dad
My dad and I are the morning people in our family. Everyone else is a night owl. When I wake up, I'm ready to go. I can sing in the morning without having to go through much of a "wake myself up," routine. I can belt out the song "I'm a morning person." (Warning: If you click this link, this song will be stuck in your head for the rest of the day.)
By Jessica Freeborn5 years ago in Families
A Mothers Love is truly the fuel that enables the normal human being to do the impossible....
A letter to honour my Mother in my lifetime I thought about this moment many a time, standing at the podium in a crematorium, ready to deliver a speech for our dearest Mother’s loss. You always think that when the time comes, you know what you will say, because your heart will be gushing with pain and grief. You think about remembering your loved one …. But the reality is, that now that I stand here in front of you all, I was not sure what to say… not because I am in shock of my Mothers loss and not because I am saddened, but simply because it doesn’t feel like she has left us. Her presence is everywhere I turn.
By Maia Sara Rose aka Sharny5 years ago in Families
A Winning Mom
One of my favorite memories of my mother is watching her win the Tri-Cities Badminton Mixed Doubles Championship held at a local high school gymnasium in Richland, Tri-Cities, Washington back in the late 1980s. The tourney placed her and a partner in about 6 matches total before they eventually defeated all their opponents by demonstrating excellent athleticism, skill, and focus to bring home winners' trophies🏆🏆. As a single, young widowed mother of two boys after my father passed away in 1985 when I was seven years old, she was barely in her 30s. We looked to "Mom" to take us to the local school playground where we would shoot hoops, playing favorited and introductory skill games like "21", H-O-R-S-E- and P-I-G to improve our game and shooting. Our mother would exhibit patience when we were whiney and accusing each other of cheating, encouragement and confidence if unsure about our abilities and would dole out discipline for bad grades or if we clowned around or got in trouble at school, operating in both roles for us as Dad (masculine energy/lawgiver) and Mom (feminine energy/nurturer) for a while. She has always been there for me and my siblings over the years- both Before and After being widowed young. I remember her winning the Badminton tournament as a shining moment that signified her perseverance despite the tragedy our family had recently endured that took my father away by a trucking accident. My mother was and is a winner, she never neglected us as kids, did not get caught up in a toxic partying lifestyle (not even in the 1980s - 90s); showing us 4- including my sister by marriage, an example of faith, dedication, community service, and responsibility. She was my very first Sunday School teacher at church while always remaining a career woman, gainfully employed to this day. She and my stepfather are known locally for giving back by being people of prayer and volunteering their time, food, and resources at homeless shelters in their town.
By Jah-Ví da Poet 5 years ago in Families
Unconditional
I was born, my mother's first child, her first daughter. A child she most likely had dreamt of a life for. A white wedding dress, a beautiful young woman becoming a mother herself. However, what she ended up with was a son. Twenty-one years of raising and shaping a young woman, torn to shreds in an instant. All her dreams she had for me were erased. The name tattooed on her arm next to my sisters', irrelevant in one sentence. "I want to be a man."
By Drayk Stahl5 years ago in Families
Time
It was 615, so I thought and it was time to get ready for school! I must’ve been about 8 years old, my mom had my clock set, I hit it and up it was I go! Wash my face, brush my teeth, hit the shower, throw on my clothes and head to the table for breakfast! The same routine everyday and although I had to be to school by 7 and we lived a good 15 minutes away from school, I would always arrive to school before the bell rang! I was always on time, In fact, I was always a little early! I could never really figure it out, it was like time moved slow but only in the morning, or was I just moving super fast in the morning but not likely. I mean that early in the morning, me moving quickly that early in the am? Yeah I doubt it but what was I missing? I couldn’t figure it out but I mean it couldn’t hurt right?! Never having a tardy on my record, it was all working out!
By More Than Words5 years ago in Families
