parents

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

It's ok Mom... Your doing great!
I question my parenting a lot! "Am I a good mom?", "Do I show my kids enough attention?", and, "I hope I'm raising them right.", are my all time concerns. I want them to grow up and be happy and to know that I will always be there when they need me, no matter what! I love helping people. It may sound strange but I am such a people pleaser that I will go above and beyond to make people smile. I'm the type of person that lives my life like, “ if i've got it, I'll give it”, and I won't ever expect anything in return.
By Valerie Martinez5 years ago in Families
Wall of Death
Growing up in a funeral home, there was a sense of death that lingered and lurked around every corner. There was the “death phone” that rang in the middle of night to alert my father that someone had just died, the “death smell” of my dad’s hands after an embalming, the scent of grief and cigarette smoke wafting through the house during a visitation, the grave marker station in the basement, the selection room full of caskets, and last but not least, there was the “Wall of Death.”
By Lou Davis5 years ago in Families
A Tribute for Daddy
The earliest childhood memory I have is of being with my father in the water. He had taken my brother and me swimming just off the rocks not far from where we lived in Pembroke Park. In later years, I brought up this vivid recollection in conversation, and he was visibly stunned.
By The Dani Writer5 years ago in Families
Born Without A Father
I was born without a father. Like Jesus? Nope. Where Jesus had the ethereal God father and virgin mother, I had a mother who was too angry, vindictive, and some level of scared to list my father on my birth certificate. There was also a theory from my sister that since my mother had cheated on my father with his roommate, she wasn’t exactly sure whose child I was. I was there, but not in any cognitive capacity to shed light on it. And…. naturally, it’s a bit of a touchy subject. I did drunkenly call my mother once to ask her if she’d slept with Willy, my dad’s old roommate.
By Elizabeth Hunter5 years ago in Families
Moving Out
On New Year's Eve I had no idea that on January 15 I would be in my own apartment. I wasn't planning to move out of my parent's house until June when my boyfriend graduated. Then I got kicked out of my house for not making my bed...yeah.
By Aivreyz5 years ago in Families
Anyone Can Be A Mother But It Takes Someone Special To be A Mom
After two prior abusive relationships, Sandra didn't know if she would ever find the love and happiness she longed for. She had been mentally abused for almost two years by the last man she had been engaged with, and the one prior to that was an eight year relationship with a man who had physically abused her more times than she could count.
By Adrienne Huggins5 years ago in Families
Parenthood
Motherhood. When people say that word, what comes to mind? A woman, maybe yourself, holding a lovely baby in your arms, full of love and full of hope. You could even picture the future where the children or child is older, where you are all so happy together. Sitting on a picnic blanket having lunch under a beautifully lager tall tree, with luscious green leaves. Soaking in all the warm sunshine rays peaking through the clouds, the rays that happen to just sneak past the leaves. You could even see a little dispute between you and your partner, or even maybe between you and your child. Regardless, everything is full of love, hope, innocences and peace.
By Monique Klassen5 years ago in Families
Hey PS4, Your System Offered a Revelation
The week before the big day, my son, like most 10-year-olds, is super excited about Christmas. He began December with subtle questions about how many days there were before the day and had I begun to think about the decorations for our apartment. I guess seeing that I had not started like I mentioned I would pull out the infamous celebratory red, green, gold, and silver right after Thanksgiving, gave him pause.
By Tiff5 years ago in Families
The Barn Owl
The barn stands alone in the field, forlorn, empty, waiting for the owl that lives in the loft. As if on cue, the owl screeches into the night. It reminds me of my father, clamoring for attention, flying off into the night, screeching to get the ladies to notice. And notice they did, when he was young, all the young Asian ladies noticed Rob. And he bragged about those nights, bragged to his young daughter.
By Tanya Marie Barrus5 years ago in Families
The Black Mama Experience. Top Story - January 2021.
Now, if you don't have a black mother or weren't raised by a black woman, this story may not resonate with you. In fact, for some of you "other" folks this story might leave you flabbergasted and feeling like this is your opportunity to stand on your soap box and judge. But, if you've personally had the "Black Mama Experience", well then this story will probably have you laughing out loud as you reminisce about something similar happening to you.
By Marie Edward5 years ago in Families
At the end of a cycle in the middle of the day
All mothers are gifted with concealed claws and fangs upon entry into the profession. Accessories for an instinct hardwired into the job description so that with the force akin to a Mama Bear or Tiger, we can decisively rip any perceived threat to shreds that gets too close to the cubs.
By The Dani Writer5 years ago in Families
Battle Cries
The barn owl, native to California, runs an average wingspan of 16 inches. In ancient Greek mythology, it is said that Athene, Goddess of Wisdom, was so taken by the owl it became her favorite creature of flight. The owl became a protector of Greece. During war the bird soared alongside Greek armies and served as a muse to the people. If an Owl flew over Greek Soldiers before a battle, they took it as a sign of victory. I was ten or so the first time I saw my owl, my protector.
By heather may5 years ago in Families