parents

The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.

My Mother Liked to Play Games
I was sitting at the kitchen table in our kitchen playing a game of cards. I was playing Spider. Spider has many ways to play all with different levels of difficulty. The most difficult way to play is two full decks of cards. You can adjust the difficulty by removing suits. I was playing with all four suits and had never come close to winning.
By Tracy5 years ago in Families
The Tea Party
Can you ever really go home again? The question, along with the traffic light on Water Street and Superior, stopped me, and after two weeks at home, I was ready to admit that I had the answer.
By Jack Dietz5 years ago in Families
A Fierce Lioness
To My Fierce Lioness, To find the words to describe my love for you is somewhat hard. Our lives and souls are bound by love, bound by appreciation for one another. My fierce lioness, the bearer of many children, you have always stood so tall, devoted to our progression, divinely devoted to all that we are. Everything you have ever done for me and for us has been through your unconditional love for your cubs. I have never met another woman so incredibly empowered, strong and reliant on no other to make you feel whole. You have been my mirror for 21 years, showing me the lighter and darker parts of my own soul. You have shined a light on my life in the darkest of times by simply being there. Grounded, rooted, and strong you have remained by our side, fighting for what you believe in. Peace and love, freedom of speech, you have dibbled and dabbled among many things in your life, grown so powerful and unbound.
By Merrie Tucker5 years ago in Families
An Open Letter to My Mother
We were often friends and often enemies. Although you were always by my side, as I look back at my childhood, your behavior was often unpredictable.
By Anthony Chan5 years ago in Families
It starts at the beginning.
To the woman who made the nightmares disappear, the wounds heal with love, and the heartbreaks bearable. The woman who encouraged me to cry and held me tight. The woman who would always wake me up so that I had time to get ready for school. Who would never need to raise her voice to show she was mad. The woman who would move heaven and earth to protect the ones she loved. My mother.
By Alexis Hurley5 years ago in Families
My Mother Was A Jewish Hippie
I've had the good fortune to have two mothers in my life. My birth mother, Dana, was the kind of person who gave you anxiety when you saw her number on your caller ID, but you still wanted to know what crazy thing she would say or do next.
By Shannon "Kate" Delamare5 years ago in Families
To thine own self be true
I walked, practically running across the parking lot. I was ready for Friday, and I didn’t need anyone to catch me before I made it to my getaway car. As I started the engine a song came on the radio that I hadn’t heard in a while. So, I laid my seat back, turned the volume up to took a breather and let it wash over me.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 years ago in Families
For My Mother
I used to think that after every heartbreak, my mom would judge me. She's been married to my dad for 32 years now, and their bond is one that I've always admired. I used to feel ashamed at the way I'd let the boys of this generation treat me, because I knew what respect was. I grew up on true love and respect. I witnessed it since I was a baby. I was raised on the principles of loyalty and being treated like a queen, something no one has ever offered me.
By Tiffany Linton5 years ago in Families
To The Woman Who Took Me As Her Own
Dear Den Mother, Although you came into my life late, I am so glad that you did. I was already what most people would call an 'adult' at the age of 19 but I still had some serious growing up to do.
By Kate Fox5 years ago in Families
Brave Woman
Dear mother - you are the first woman I met when I entered this world kicking and screaming. You taught me how to stand well on my own as life was not easy and nor was it ever promised to be. Thank you for teaching me how to be clean and to clean, how to cook, how not to judge others, how to care and to love, when to be careful, and all the other teachings and all else you did in my life. I know your life was not an easy one as you were snatched from your home as a child to live in a residential school. You lived without your parents and community in a place that was more cruel than kind. Thank you for teaching me that no hardship goes without leaving you a gift - that gift is endurance. Endurance builds character. Character builds hope and without hope, everything is lost. Thank you for all these gifts.
By Yvette McDermott5 years ago in Families
A Letter to A Mother and Warrior
Dear Mom, I went from loving you with all my heart as a kid to resenting you as a young man. That’s when the ungodly revelations were hurled on my doorstep. It’s a bit of a burden to have your brain suddenly injected with poisonous memories that strip you of the joyful ones. How could they not worm their way in like a virus? It was all so sudden. I fought them at first. Such memories felt like they did not belong to me, they felt like a lie. When they wouldn’t leave and I had no other choice but to accept them, they made my entire life feel like a lie. I didn’t ask for that, but that’s what happened.
By Rich Ledoux5 years ago in Families
To My Mother
Dear mother: You were 30 years of age when you gave birth to me. The date was September 30th, 1943. D-Day was eight months away and the end of World War II was still two years away. I was your third child, the first of two boys and was also the middle child, though no one knew that at the time.
By Michael Trigg5 years ago in Families