parents

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

Developing an Addiction
The singing August sun beat down on the walkway as I held my father's hand firmly, hesitant to release it. We had quite recently gotten off the T and the sweat was at that point pouring down our brows. Everybody around us was in a distraught surge, all heading off to their own goals and not recognizing any other individual's quality. Individuals moved toward each path, faceless in an ocean of dim and dark suits. My dad and I were sore thumbs in the blend; my spic and span brilliant red pullover that had my most loved players name on the back, Nomar Garciapara, and his red cap made us the run of the mill sightseers to the region. I was overpowered with interest; the city was a place we didn't wander regularly.
By Zoriah8 years ago in Families
The Curse of Having a Good Mother
“Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did - that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that - a parent's heart bared, beating forever outside its chest.” — Debra Ginsberg
By A. Sutton8 years ago in Families
Dear "Dad"
The emotional and physical distruction your existence has possessed on not only my life, but my happiness, has been strung out too long. The sadness I have allowed you to mentally expose to my day to day life is beyond pathetic and repugnant on my part; yet I monotonously licensed it. I have come to a point in my life that it all must cease before I shatter. I must be straightforward about everything now. I have never felt so small and deplorable. The innocence I once was able to gloat about no longer is of existance in my life. You have deprived me of that innocence and deliberately threw it in my face so that I was unable to modify the outcome. I would try so hard to run from the nightmares and terrors I consecutively would retain. It's like none of it tended to impact you, like my pain and distress meant nil to you. You could care less about the conten I would obtain for the rest of my life.
By Cheyene Merritt8 years ago in Families
Why I Failed Maternity Leave. Top Story - September 2017.
Maternity leave. A time where – according to anyone who has never been on maternity leave – you have copious amounts of freedom and space to do whatever you please. A time where you, the mother, create a special bond with your lovely newborn because you decided to – for very unselfish reasons – create life and care for something more than yourself.
By Meagan8 years ago in Families
Those Aren't Your Children!
November 18, 1993 I gave birth to twin daughters by C-section. The Beginning Me and my twin daughters. They were a week old.
By S. L. Yarbrough8 years ago in Families
Momma
In the United States, three out of about 12 million single parent families in 2014, more than 80%, were headed by single mothers. Today one in four children under the age of 18 — a total of about 17.4 million — are being raised without a father and nearly half live below the poverty line. Unfortunately, my mother and I fall into those statistics. Considering there are many single mothers, to some, my mother may not be special. Although personally, my mom is set apart from those mothers and the reasons behind that are the same exact reason as to why she is my personal hero. My momma is my personal hero because is strong willed, she has raised me by herself, and sacrificed things for me.
By Kaila Shoales8 years ago in Families
The Reality of Postnatal Depression In Young Mothers
So here I go, another day of hating myself. Another day of wishing that I could do better, but not doing a thing about it. Hiding away, letting myself go, that's the reality of PND.
By Jessica Palmer8 years ago in Families
My Parents Weren't Scholars
My parents were not scholars. They were not socialites. They were not bright, optimistic, souls with hope for their futures. They were, in fact, kids who grew up too soon with ugly pasts and sad, sad scars, not knowing how to function in a hapless world that moved too fast for their liking.
By Scotty French8 years ago in Families
A Letter to a Bad Mother
You were neglectful and abusive from even my most early of memories. You were too young to have children. You had already had one and given her up for adoption. You had an abortion in between that child and myself. You were too young and dumb to know what was good for you, or me.
By Courtney Boulay8 years ago in Families
Yes, I Am a Teen Mom
I want you to take a moment to think about the words 'teen mom'. What do you see? Is it Juno, in her skirt-jeans combo? Or Farrah, Maci, and Amber as background noise as you scroll through your phone? Maybe there's even a family member you think of.
By Kindle Fyre8 years ago in Families
Being a Parental Figure 5 Years Late
I never once thought in my life that at the young ripe age of 23 I would be an old lady. I rarely go out to party with people, I'm usually under a strict routine for bed and we only have our daughter a few weeks at a time. When we don't have her, I'm even less likely to go out and 'live it up' and here is why.
By Alison G8 years ago in Families
Parenting Made Easy
When it comes to parenting there is no book or magazine that teaches you how to do it. You can actually make parenting fun and easy if you just follow what you know and go from there.
By Lakeyia L8 years ago in Families