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The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Norway's Breast Feeding Mafia
At the end of July 2019 my wife and I welcomed our son into the world. Apart from the obvious – and I am assuming typical worry and anxiety – it was a “trouble free” and profound experience. The jordmors or in English, the midwives, were amazing. The nurses too, impressive, dedicated, and kind. The women who assisted in the birth of our son, I shall never forget. The majority of caregivers who helped us adjust during the week we spent in the birth ward, they too have left a mark on my life.
By Robert Allen5 years ago in Families
Magnolia
"How are you doing, Magnolia, dear?" My attention snaps to the small woman before me, the haze clearing from my vision as I take in her worried expression; deep creases lining her eyes as she squints at me through smudged glasses. It's no doubt obvious to everyone but her that the lenses are no longer suited to her failing vision, but I won't be the one to say so.
By Alex Brier5 years ago in Families
She was 12, her daddy was everything.
She was 12 outgoing, rough, & friendly. Across the road from her childhood home sat the grounds of the primary school she did attend. Her daddy sat upon the front step where he would watch her walk to & from school, when he was home.
By WrittenFromTheEyes.5 years ago in Families
Homecoming
Who would have thought that a dusty old Honda Accord could have moved her to tears... With the rear bumper still pushed in on the corner from when Mum reversed it into the heavy wooden gate that kept her home private, with maroon paint that was cracked and faded. The same car that had driven her to the airport years ago. She made so many promises, and wished she'd kept more of them. An awful, heavy sadness had draped over her as she looked at it, leaving her adrift between numbness and tears.
By Samuel Hill5 years ago in Families
Why I Stopped Sharing My Goals With My Parents
"Kevin, talk to me," my mom was talking to me, "What do you want to do?" I averted my gaze and mumbled, "Nothing," as I walked upstairs into my room. My mom was probing me about my plans, goals, and my future. I didn't want to say anything, though. I already knew what my parents are going to tell me.
By Kevin Shan5 years ago in Families
Home is Mom
There isn't much to say about Greenbrier, Tennessee. It has one stoplight, a Sonic, and some farmland. There are hundreds of towns exactly like it across the state, heck even the whole country. But going home used to trigger me, as it's also the place where my family nearly cracked after a car accident left my brother in a wheelchair for life.
By Samantha Hearn5 years ago in Families
STILL STANDING
Chapter Two She Just Wanted to Be Loved She is a teenager now thirteen, she has gone from a happy little girl to a hurt and confused young girl and now a damage teenager. She thought after all that she had been through she would never forget this life even if she tried too. Although she is going through these changes her family was still close after her great-grandfather pass Poppa is what they called him, but this was only due to mother which is what they called her great-grandmother.
By Goddess By Nature5 years ago in Families
Celebrating Accomplishments
People in your life that you care about can have an incredible impact on the way you think of yourself. As a child, your self worth is determined by what your parents say to you, what they put into your mind. This becomes your way of thinking; positive or negative, their words are powerful. When I was growing up, I heard both positive and negative words. The words that formed how I viewed myself were from the people most important in my life at the time. These were my divorced parents. Many positive words of encouragement came from my mom; however, as a young child I called myself a “daddy’s girl” and overlooked my mom’s positive words. My father, on the other hand, fed my mind negativity and self doubt. I grew up as a child trying to please him by doing sports and getting good grades. I remember him being supportive of me playing baseball and coming to a few of my games. When I started following my own path and taking up passions I was interested in, he seemed disappointed. I would show him my drawings and he would be impressed, but at the same time would tell me I needed to do a school sport. It was past the point of encouragement. It was overlooking the talent I have and trying to get me to do something he wanted. It was hurtful for me, growing up believing he was not proud of me. Entering high school my grades began to slip slightly; from straight A’s to A’s and B’s. I believe this was caused by overworking myself and ignoring my mental health, which I noticed began to decline. My father began to comment on how I needed to get my grades up and B’s were not good enough. It got far enough to the point he was checking my A’s to see how low the percentage was. I would talk to my mom about the things my father was telling me. She reassured me I was doing amazing and to keep up my hard work, but my father’s words stuck to my brain like a leech, sucking out all the self appreciation and pride I had. I knew I had to get away from him when I realized what he was doing to my mental health. At sixteen, I stopped visiting my dad. It was clear to me that my mom and step dad had been there for me more than my father. Throughout high school I neglected the importance of my achievements because I felt I was not good enough. My junior year I made a painting that got into my town’s college art show. My mom and step dad were very proud of me, but I wasn’t proud of myself. I could hear my thoughts telling me my art wasn’t good enough to be in the show. That I wasn’t worthy of this achievement. I was worthy. I deserved to have my art seen by everyone and I still do. At the time, I couldn’t see the accomplishment. I spent the night after the art show crying and thinking about my peers' amazing art. I thought mine didn’t deserve to be shown with theirs. Looking back, I wish I could have overcome the negative thoughts planted into my head: then I could have enjoyed the feeling of being proud and celebrating. Now, I am starting to recognize my worth. My goal for this year, 2021, is to improve my self appreciation. Remembering my past accomplishments and realizing how far I’ve really come has helped. While also recognizing current achievements. I have accomplished so many things and have been through many hardships, which I believe have led me to be the person I was meant to be. I am proud of myself and who I am. I hope you are too.
By Brooke Gardner 5 years ago in Families
