parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Your Mom ALWAYS Knows
I am 24-years-old and have a wonderful, healthy, relationship with my mother. I love my mom. She's the person I go to when I need to think through a problem, and when I want to talk to someone about my day. Perhaps like many young adults, I am continuing to develop my open communication with my mother. It's gotten better over the years, but I am guilty of not responding to texts and not updating my mom, when I probably should have.
By Jessica Freeborn5 years ago in Families
The Honey Bucket Story
Dear Mom; It's May 6 2022 now, just two days before Mother's day. We are a long way from 1940, the year you were born, and 1959 when I was born. So many things have happened and so many memories have been created over that time; a lifetime of memories, good and bad, to look back on.
By Gerald Holmes5 years ago in Families
Finding Me
There was always an aching emptiness in my heart as a child, a constant draining feeling that I was missing something. Maybe it was the relationship with a father that every child yearns for. My dad was always there until he wasn’t, until his priorities were not his own child, but his own selfish acts. It wasn’t my fault, it never was, it wasn’t my mother’s either it was nothing but his own. My mother who raised me alone with 3 other kids, would often reach out in search of financial support, I remember hearing his spiel of excuses and always justifying them. So, it left my mother to raise me alone. (as a child) I started to think I was unimportant and was of no value in my father’s life. My mother would often reassure me that he didn’t think of me as a burden and he did truly care for me and loved me, and that he was trying, but was he? It pained me to see her lie so I didn’t grow to resent him, I always saw right through the pain in her eyes, and I heard what she refused to say. Whenever he did provide support, it was very little. It was even more difficult for my mother to get by due to her depression, so I watched her suffer even more because of this. Nine years after he went back to his native country, I had finally managed to afford a trip to see him. I thought that maybe this trip would rekindle the bond that we once had when I was a child and maybe I wouldn’t have to constantly feel bad about him never being around. This trip was what I needed. I needed a father. At least that’s what I told myself.
By Faith Taylor5 years ago in Families
The Gift Arrives
It came in the mail. The letter. A priority envelope… with three envelopes inside. When my aunt asked for my address, letting me know my mother wanted to send me a Christmas and birthday card (note… the request came in February, well after Christmas and before my March birthday), I predicted most of what I received at the end of March.
By Elizabeth Hunter5 years ago in Families
A Love Most Cruel
As a child, I imagined I must have been adopted……... I crafted these beautiful intricate storylines in which I was magically swept into an impossibly beautiful, kingdom. There would be singing, dancing, all the food I could eat, and apologetic explanations of how you had somehow stolen me away.
By Lady Coy Haddock5 years ago in Families
The sound of the Crunch
I was born in Chardon, OHIO. It's basically in the town of Middlefield. I grew up there till I was around 7 or 8 years old. It was a small apartment with only two bedrooms. At that time, my brother and I were still young enough to share a room. It was right across the hall from our parent's room. It was just a tiny apartment where we lived.
By Laura mclean5 years ago in Families
My Dad dying changed my Mum
My childhood was a seemingly happy one, I was the youngest of four girls and although there is a big age gap between me and my eldest sister; we still had a lot of fun that I can vividly remember. However, there are more sad memories than happy ones. It is no secret to friends and family that my parents were mildly neglectful; my dad loved a drink after work and he wanted my mum with him, regardless of the fact that there were four children at home that needed looking after. I remember my parents being at home a lot more at night when I was young but as soon as the sister above me was old enough, we were left on our own for hours on end. This was an age before mobiles and where we had to have a list of phone numbers
By Gina Jackson5 years ago in Families
REST OF THE STORY WHAT HAPPENED IN MR. NWYAMBIE'S HOUSE?
Mr. Nywambie is a man who passed away because of the drugs that a racist pharmacist prescribed him. His daughter is aware of his death with other members of the family. They want to know who is the cause of his death. Solange his daughter is sure that he did not pass away because of the drugs he was taking. When he was living in the same house than her he did not faint or anything when he was taking the drugs for diabetes prescribed by the doctor.
By Sandra Bongjoh5 years ago in Families
The Hero of my Story Has Always Been Mom
My mom has always been honest with me. She always tried to explain things directly, but in an age appropriate manner. I was aware of the stork story, but I knew it was just a story. I knew it a young age. My memory of it was that I actually understood it as well. That is one example of my mother’s honesty. It did not always produce positive results, however, at least not in the moment and sometimes later that honesty would cause me some emotional struggles. This isn’t to say she was or is at fault for any of my mental health concerns. I do not see it that way. It has more to do with how I allowed myself to think or feel about her words.
By Tom Stasio5 years ago in Families
