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The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Fights Every New Mom Has With Her Mother
When I had my daughter, there were a lot of things people didn't tell me about having kids. I wasn't expecting everyone to mommy-shame me. I wasn't expecting everyone to forget I existed as a human being, or for everyone to forget that a mom's needs matter, too.
By Sasha Konikovo8 years ago in Families
My Mother Changed Her Name 70 Years Ago, Now She Can't Leave the Country. Top Story - April 2018.
My mother was a dreamy ten year old — smart and precocious. She hated her given name, Sandra, because kids pronounced it either Sanndra or Sahndra. Both of which drove her nuts.
By Rick Schwartz8 years ago in Families
First Blood: The Type Of Separation Anxiety No One Needs (Or Deserves)
The sight out my bedroom that morning looked spectacular. The sun was just beginning to rise and the sky was a soft orange hue, flecked here and there with yellow and blue paint streaks, like pastel colors or my favorite crayon set strewn across the cosmos. I smiled looking out, and excitedly thought about how it was the perfect day to go on an adventure—at least so I thought.
By Dylan Balde8 years ago in Families
Things You Won't Believe Your Mum Was Right About
Our biggest source of advice and warning comes from our parents but especially our mothers. However, sometimes we don't always appreciate the things they are telling us at the time or just don't see how they are relevant to you because your mum was never your age, right?
By Holly Callow8 years ago in Families
My Dad and My Dad
I have two dads. In a perfect world, that might be a good thing. Considering that there are children out there that have none, it is a good thing. Or people that have fathers, and their fathers are not a part of their lives, or just choose not to be, yes, it’s a blessing.
By Arianna Suárez8 years ago in Families
Please Daddy
Please daddy, I want to get through at least a week without you yelling at me. I rather you talk to me rather than you going at the top of your lungs about what I did wrong. I'm scared of you, daddy, for so many reasons. I want you to help me to learn from my wrongs instead of walking away and not do a thing. I feel like I'm being raised more by a monster than a daddy. I cry myself asleep at night wondering why you don't love me. A roof over my head, clothes to wear, food to eat, and all the other things mean nothing to me, because love cannot be bought. There's nothing more than I want than you spending time with me. You might not think you're being a bully, yet you hurt me more than you realize when you call me names and yell at me. Sometimes I don't even know what I did that makes you so made and turn into a monster. I want you to stop making me feel like I don't belong, when I get enough of it at school. Please daddy, I'm too young to be thinking about running away, and to be dealing with grown up issues. I should be learning from you instead of wanting to run from you. The way you're treating mommy isn't right. When you're not home she cries, and talks to herself of how much she wants to leave you and take me with her. She loves you, yet she needs to get away from you for a while because of the stress you put her through. Please daddy, for once stop thinking that you're God's gift to mankind, and for once, realize how much stress, pain and agony you're causing to the ones you say you love. Please daddy, talk to me. I want to know how to make things less stressful for you. I honestly don't want to live with a monster anymore. Please daddy, listen to me. I want you to prove your words and be the father you claim to be to your friends. I am ashamed to go with you, because I'm only there for you to show me off like a one -trick-pony. You are never truly there when I need you the most. You are physically present, yet you are in a completely different world when you are home. Mommy could really use your help around the house instead of you constantly chastising her for not doing things the way you want. The way things look around here, especially the basement, I'm surprised I'm not taken away yet. Please daddy, I don't want to live like this any more than you do. I want to be in a family that brings each other up rather than one that's constantly fighting. I want to get through this together before it's too late. I don't want to live like this any more. I shouldn't be living in constant fear of if I'm going to be taken away or will end up dying. I need help so bad that I don't even know where to turn. What do I have to do to prove how terrified I am, daddy? I truly feel that I don't have a voice and no one will listen to me. Please daddy, please talk to me at my level instead of treating me older than I already am. I don't want to grow up too fast and regret the childhood I never had. Enjoy the time we now have together instead of wishing in the future of not having precious memories. Please daddy, spend time with me because tomorrow isn't promised.
By Joy Ergang8 years ago in Families
To My Mother . Top Story - April 2018.
When I was around three or five, I woke up one night screaming. A rash had formed, going from the base of my neck to the bottom of my stomach, and obviously, to me, that was the worst thing in the world. It wouldn’t stop itching, and you and dad were nowhere to be found. So I yelled louder and louder until you came and found me. Dad took me downstairs while you did the laundry until I fell back asleep.
By something wilde8 years ago in Families
Eulogy: A Tribute to My Mom
Sunrise: February 6, 1930 Sunset: January 10, 2015 Eulogized: January 20, 2015 With the way God structured life, you get to meet your very first friend, your BFF-Best Friend Forever. She carried you for nine months, endured the pain to bring you into the world and stays by you until the very end. She puts up with all you do and don’t do. And despite everything, she is still there with you. When everyone else has abandoned you, she is always there with you and for you. She is your confidant. She will listen to you even if no one else will. She is always on your side when the rest of the world seems to be against you. She is your best friend until the very end and then some. She will show the smile and she will hide the pain no matter how great the burden may be. When you feel alone, she pats you on the back and gives you a big hug as well. When you have nowhere to turn, she is always there for you. She treasures you. You are her highest priority. When you want to be grounded, she is your foundation, but when you want to take off and fly, she is the wind beneath your wings. No matter where you go and how far you are physically away from her, she is always with you. Although she has given birth to you, you are always a part of her and still connected to her. It is a bond that can never, ever be destroyed. Yes, that is a Mom. That is the perfect description of my Mom-Olive Bernier.
By Maurice Bernier8 years ago in Families
Eulogy: A Tribute to My Dad
Born on June 2, 1929 Died on September 18, 2012 Eulogized on September 25, 2012 Arthur MacDonald Bernier was NOT our father. Now, before you get upset, let me explain. After studying English and American Literature at St. John’s University and looking back at the last 56 years of his life, I discovered that he was NOT our father. Arthur MacDonald Bernier was our DAD. He was not just our Dad, but he was the greatest Dad who ever lived.
By Maurice Bernier8 years ago in Families
Better
The nightmares come back eventually. They always do. The choking pain as I wake up hyperventilating and sobbing. Scared that I was still in the dream, never to escape what laid in the hell I revisited almost every night. Dreams about you watching me as I sleep. Dreams about that night and what could have happened. Dreams that are dark, but I can feel the space closing around me. Dreams that are lonely and no one ever existed, not even me.
By Quinn Rose8 years ago in Families
The Greatest Man I Ever Knew
As a child, growing up in Toronto I never knew my father. We did not have a father figure in our lives, and I certainly never knew my father. When I was a young adult I moved to Northern Ontario, to get away from the city and my emotional environment. It was one of the best decisions I ever made. As a former foster child and crown ward, family was very important to me, yet I found myself as a single mother with a very young baby, all alone in a city I had only been to on a few other brief occasions. I met my husband shortly after moving to the strange city that I would call my hometown. I was not born in the city, nor was I raised here, but I called it my hometown nonetheless. The lessons I should have learned while being raised as a child were all taught to me in this city, and as an adult. My husband adopted my child as his own, and his family accepted my son as their own. He became more of a father to my son than his own father. His parents absorbed me into their family as a daughter more than just a daughter-in-law. I went on to learn so many life lessons from my newfound parents that I never experienced as a young child growing up. I never felt like I belonged anywhere, but I know that I belonged here. My husband and I never had a perfect relationship, but when things got hard we just worked it out and somehow always landed on our feet. Our relationship was strengthened by my mother and father-in-law who always supported us in everything we wanted in life.
By Andrea Heward8 years ago in Families
