parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Surrender
Margaret pressed her ear against the door. “Hear anything?” She held up her hand, signalling Jerry to be quiet. She closed her eyes, straining to hear through the wood. Jerry paced across the small room behind her. She concentrated on tuning out the dull thud thud thud of his footsteps. Her teeth clenched, biting back a sharp “Shut up!”. If she made any noise at all this close to the door, they might hear her.
By Laura Melvin5 years ago in Families
There Is No Such Word As Can't
I was born December 1, 1983 with a disability and vision complications. Growing up I had to have special help because I am a special needs child who is now an adult. At the age of 5 I was adopted and I needed extra help with my learning disability. From Kindergarten up to my fourth grade year, I was told what I could not do instead of what I could do and I was severely bullied to the point where I had to prove to people that I could do some of the things that they could do. That took a lot of courage and my mother sat down with me every night and helped my with assignments and made sure that I understood how to do them. If it had not been for her, I would not be where I am today. With her help and dedication, I have gotten several achievement awards and I was always on the honor roll. During my middle school years, my first year was tough. Not only was I bullied, I had to stand up for myself and many people thought I was a girl who would get smart with others. That year had been my difficult year. By my eighth grade year, I was very successful and I passed all of my classes, which left a lot of people shocked at what I could do and many teachers surprised. When I reached high school, I had the best high school years of my life. Everyone was very nice to me except a few people but that did not stop me from getting my education. I had plenty of support from my teachers and all of the staff and if I needed help, I got the help I needed. When I graduated, I new that I could accomplish anything I wanted and that I could follow my dreams.
By Shari Renae Hicks5 years ago in Families
A Wonderful Man
His name was Claude Hughston Enochs. When I met him he was 80 years old. My husband, young son, and I traveled from San Francisco to the mountains of Woodside. Hugh’s hacienda-style house sat on the side of a steep hill that overlooked Palo Alto and a wide swath of the peninsula and east bay.
By Caroni Lombard5 years ago in Families
Nope, just nope
It should never have happened. My mother is in memory care, in a nursing home. She has Alzheimer’s. That is a horrible disease. She will actually die from it one day. One day, her brain will forget how to swallow food. She will forget who I am, she will forget her beloved grandchildren, she will forget herself. I have accepted these facts. But I can’t accept the fact that someone brought Covid 19 into her protected bubble. Nope, I can not accept that.
By Meg Lagares5 years ago in Families
Mothers
My Birth Mom My mother was never the best representation of what a mom should be like, but she was the mom I had my entire life. To me everything she did was normal to me. She held me back from really experiencing normal childhood things such as school field trips, meeting family, going to friends houses, or having friends over. I couldn’t do school activities after school. My life consisted of going to school coming home, doing all the chores in the house, and babysitting my younger siblings. And once I was old enough to get a job, I worked all the time. I was just a kid and was burnt out by the time I got to highschool.
By Just Fantasy5 years ago in Families
