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The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Blue and Proud
A sense of pride fills me as I watch the men in navy blue march past. I know none of them, but I have my own. I’m blinded for a moment by the light dancing off the shining metals and pins, recognizing several. I remember all his stories from growing up and smile beside myself.
By Hannah Payne7 years ago in Families
Blame
I was six when my brother came into my life. My mother worked overnights and my dad worked first shift, so my older sister and I took care of him a lot. I learned how to change diapers, warm up bottles, and calm a baby in the middle of the night with next -to-no sleep. Honestly, it wasn't that hard, I couldn't wait until I was old enough to have kids. I always knew I wanted to be a mom, that drive was so deeply imbedded in me that it was one of my life goals growing up.
By Brandy Letourneau7 years ago in Families
What Is a Good Mother?
When I was younger, as a child I remember more horrible memories then good from my mother. I remember being three and left alone at a football game house party, wandering, looking for my mother and only finding a bunch of men with beer. I remember being left alone with stranger more than with my mother. My family would take time to raise me and teach me things my mother should have been teaching me. I remember being eight and my mom asking me for sex and relationship advice. At 12, I came out to my mother with a deep, dark secret that I was being raped, and had been for years previously. What did she say?
By Erika Fries7 years ago in Families
What It's like to Be the Child of a Single Parent
I don't think I've actually said it to him. I never said thank you. Never said thank you for raising me alone. I know I didn't make it easy. I know I was frustrating from day one, but he did it. My dad raised me alone. He took me to daycare, and then to school. He packed me lunches for field trips and helped me with my homework. He worked so many hours, just to give me the life he never had; the life he thought I deserved. My dad spoiled me because he felt guilty that I only had one parent. But even with all the toys, the thing that stands out to me the most was that every picture I drew was hung on the fridge, and every ugly clay creation was kept. I think the hardest of all was when he comforted me as I cried about the parent who wasn't there. I didn't even know if he was still mourning her. I just knew I was sad about the life I thought to be normal. I was mourning a life I had never got to have, and even though he was mourning the life he did have, he took me in his arms and comforted me.
By Michelle Schultz7 years ago in Families
It Takes Two
Above in the picture, you will see my coworker Morgan and my daughter Adelina. My daughter is six years old and was recently diagnosed last year with “intellectual border disability." What is that you ask? It’s a politically correct term for.... dare we say it?! “Mental retardation." My daughter does not drool, she communicates pretty good, she doesn’t need help getting around, or someone to feed her. Nope! She is pretty independent!
By Erika Fries7 years ago in Families
Diary of a Dad Aged 50¾ - Part 3
Don’t let others know, especially teenagers, but I think today I might have cracked it! Today we have a walking, talking and active teenager. I know that one day in isolation doesn’t count for a full seven years of teenage life, but today could be a way to get involvement, interest and communication without the grunts, eye-rolling and belief that everyone else comes from a different planet. The favourite current phrase used towards us is “we’re a new generation!”
By Steve Atkins-Linnell7 years ago in Families
Five Things Parents of an Autistic Child Don’t Want to Hear
1. "I don’t know how you do it." Do what? Love my kid unconditionally? I ‘do it’ because she’s my daughter whether or not she has autism. I’m her mother. I’m just doing what any decent mom does: Taking care of my child.
By Holly Paine7 years ago in Families
