parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
FREE DESTINNIE
Thank you and welcome to my first story. This is created to help Free Destinnie! Destinnie is my daughter she has been wrongly accused. As this is a ongoing case I am reluctant to say too much about this story except for the fact that my daughter civil rights are being violated and I feel like she is not being treated fairly. I am currently seeking help in the means of funding or even advice of someone who has any idea of how to get past this or to guide us with the proper information so that we can move forward. I am currently a film production student and as well as a mother, with back up against the wall. I stand by what is right no matter who it's about, in this case this is all wrong. So to anyone that can relate to the situation please feel free to contact me, drop a line or even donate. But for the most part it's mostly important that I speak with someone that can share the mutual disconnect of a flawed justice system.
By Tiehna Hare5 years ago in Families
Mom
Mom, wife, maid, chef, nurse, counselor.... You name it, we are it. But what about ME? When do I get to be me? When do any of us get to be just us? Whether we are chasing after little ones, putting load of laundry in the wash and cooking dinner, or we are at work during the day to then come home and chase after kids, pick up their toys and still cook dinner. We are consumed with all of these other titles. When do we get to just be us?
By Jessica Ortiz5 years ago in Families
On the Road to Fatherhood
"My father didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it." -Clarence Budington Kelland Fear doesn't begin to describe the feelings I was experiencing as our midwife rubbed a small amount of jelly on Rachels lower stomach. Being a person already prone to unchoreographed racing thoughts, I felt as though my head was about to burst like a red supergiant star. Four of my five senses shut down, and all of my energy funneled to my ears.
By Dan Pittman5 years ago in Families
The Day I Found Power in Words
I remember in third grade I felt the magic of being a grown up. I was on a bathroom break with a friend of mine and we were talking about something that transpired in class. As he was talking I felt the urge to say the word shit after his comment. Then he looked at me as if I gave him a commendation and he kept talking. However, for me, it was like an “a-ha” moment. I was like, “Did I just say a bad word?” Then like a reflex, it came out of me again right on time after my friend finished his next statement. This time I said it with less meekness. He looked at me smiling as I was confirming what he was talking about. Truthfully, until this day, I have no clue about what he was saying. All I know was that I was tapping into an unknown power that made me feel strong, independent and grown. My friend’s tale became sheer background noise. I was wrapped up in the new ability I discovered. I started repeating my new “vocabulary word of the day” as if a magical lightning bolt was going to come from the heavens, striking me and turn me into Captain Cuss-a-Motherfucker-Out. There was no lightning bolt but I did belt my fifth and final cuss word with as much bass in my voice as a 10 year old can muster. I stood tall and affirming with my chest poked out, a broad smile in my superhero pose. My buddy thought my expletive riddled responses was my way of agreeing with everything that he had just told me, but in my head I was fascinated with the idea that I was now like my parents and understood the freedom of expression and sheer joy of cussing.
By Charles C. Campbell5 years ago in Families
Adventures with F*Bomb Mom continued
There is this new goal my Mom has been working on. She seems to be quite dedicated to it too. Because every spare chance she gets she is working on it. Bet you are wondering what it is. Lets just say, I think it is an absolutely off the wall, most uncool thing she has decided to do with herself yet. She wants to be a writer, not just any kind of writer. She wants to be an Author. Like as in author of childrens books. Thats fine and all, except the fact that she is using ME as her "muse" she says. Whatever a "muse" is, I dont find it aMUSe-ing at all. When she first started working on it, she kept asking me to read it. She wanted my opinion about it. I think she wanted to see me happy or impressed. But I wasnt. And Im still not. I simply told her to stop asking me about it. I firmly told her that this kid right here wants nothing to do with her book, her stories or anything else she is using to embarrass me. Has she lost her mind? I am afraid to say this, but folks, my mom has officially fell off her rocker! And she doesnt even seem to notice it.
By Daisy ODay5 years ago in Families
When Mothers Make Excuses
I became a mother twenty days after my twenty first birthday. In a calm, warm room in Huntingdon, England I labored for seven hours before bringing my sweet little girl into the world. She went straight to my chest, close to my heart where I would keep her forever. In the hours that followed, I sat holding her, both of us wrapped in soft blankets. I looked into her eye and thought of all the things she would need me to provide or teach her for the rest of her life.
By Emily Comstock 5 years ago in Families
The start of something.
I'm not sure where exactly to begin or actually how to begin my story I am 36 years old with 3 boys and 1 beautiful lil girl. I was raised in a small town in Texas, everyone knew everyone's business. It wasn't the greatest or the worst place to grow up. My mother was in nursing school most of my teenage years, after she graduated she was always at work like seriously always. My grandparents lived next door and they watched over me as best they could. My sister was in college about 2 hours away and my father did construction work, He built my child hood home next to my grandparents when I was in second grade when we moved to the small town. He also was an alcoholic but nothing less to me always a good dad. Addiction is a disease and I stand firm on that and sadly his took his life in 1999. That's when my life turned upside down, I started acting like a complete Ass not only to my friends but my family as well and still at 36 years old I still haven't gotten it right but I can honestly say I'm learning day by day I'm learning. I have lost all contacts with all my family none of them speak to me and I have literally no friends my only motivation is the thought that one day when life decides I have had enough of the "You Get What You Give In Life" I'll finally be able to jump out of this cycle and learn to live again. I am stuck though you see in a sea of bad choices made by me. I can point fingers and blame others or people but ultimately I made my choices and that's why I am here stuck in the bermuda triangle of my life. I know it sounds crazy but it's like people I won't name any names are literally after my sanity. Making me relive my choices over and over needless to say. I have switched up and started to make new choices better ones but I assume still not the best ones being I'm back at damn near square one with an abusive boyfriend whom takes all I have and acts like I'm worthless to him. I can honestly say though that my mind set is by far better now. I refuse to let the man control my mindset although I know he isn't the greatest I wish he would go back to the fun loving man I met and not this idiot he has taken on to be it's like he has studied my past my relationships and has picked up bad habits of all of them. I know I know you get what you give in life. but I don't care who you are noone should be knocked down every time they get a shot to make it and left in the cold. And that's just the start of it, but what I'm learning is a little faith and the hope of something more in this world than and ugly black crow squaking at my head. I hold on to the belief of my guardian angels and the lord himself watching over me. That there's a purpose for all of this and if I couldn't handle it I wouldn't be given this life. I may have lost myself along the way along with everything I own and everyone I've loved but I have hit the bottom and gotten back up more times than most and my heart is stronger than ever and I can honestly say I love me I've made mistakes and I'll probably make more but I refuse to let the false gods as I call them steal my soul my beliefs and my heart it makes me who I am and I know I come from some pretty strong ladies and gentlemen and I believe in myself more than most.
By Thefinelinebetween Rightandwrong5 years ago in Families
Lost
Sometimes, actually most the time, I feel lost. I have felt like this for as long as I can remember and its never gone away. I’m living a completely different life from those around me, my classmates, my friends, and its hard to explain why life is that way. It’s hard being around people that don’t understand your situation at all, but nobody can ever know someone else’s situation.
By Peyton Lewis5 years ago in Families
Rediscovering Myself after Becoming a Parent
I embraced my youth I enjoyed my twenties to the maximum capacity as one should when you are young wild and free. When Joe and I had decided to settle down I knew my life would change. It would change forever and in all the best ways! But with becoming a parent comes it challenges.
By Allyson Kieszkowski5 years ago in Families
Insight from a New Mom during a very Real Pandemic
We waited. We had always wanted to be together and start a family even in early the years of our relationship. But, we knew the we wanted to make sure we were ready for emotional and financial responsibility of what it truly entails in becoming a parent.
By Allyson Kieszkowski5 years ago in Families
Parenting is Hard Work
Parenting is one of the hardest jobs in the world. There is no manual and no correct way of doing everything (even though most people will tell you that you are doing something wrong). You do not get sick days or vacations; you are the chief, chauffer, coach, teacher, extra. There are going to be days where you think am I really up for this, days where the love is over whelming and some days where making the cut just doesn't seem enough. With all the things you have to do and give up; being a parent seems like a hard enough job. Well, you my friend would not be wrong in you assumption that this job is not always cracked up to what it is.
By patricia sharpe5 years ago in Families
