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Being Your CODA
It started off rocky from the start. You could never hear the sounds of my cry. We would never get to speak to each other in an intimate way. You didn't hear my first words and at 3 years old, you were forced to be a single mom. Life was never easy, but you did it anyway.
By Gina R (Gibana)4 years ago in Families
Happy life, less care, more forgiveness
In life, everyone has something they care about, big or small, people or things, or some things. Memory is everyone's innate instinct. The good will be remembered, and the bad will be remembered. Therefore, many people feel unhappy because they remember too many things, and those who feel happy do not have memory, but selective memory.
By Nellie Scot4 years ago in Families
Hey mom
hey mom, I never told you this but, remember the time you sold the house and moved ? Well I do it was my senior year of high school it was my toughest year on me. I had just gotten dumped by my ex boyfriend gobani who I thought was the love of my life, I was kicked out. Finishing school without the support of my loved ones really opened my eyes. I’ve always been the middle man in our family , the one everyone can go to to express themselves and just talk and smile and to know that someone cares what you’re saying. The tables turned on me. I didn’t have someone to talk to and pour my heart out on. Just drugs and distractions. I remember back in foster care it was just me and my sisters and we were all we had. Until I found my forever family and I thought things would change. They did. But eventually for the worse. Our family broke apart and split up. My family Is my heart. We are all connected. Not a day went by that I didn’t feel the pain of our other 6 family members and our beautiful fur babies ace and krypto. From that time on I finally knew what you meant when you told me to cherish every day as a gift from god. It truly is a gift. The present is a gift you get it ?it was given for free but it’s up to you what do with it and how to use it and if you choose to give it away to another person instead of keeping it like you should have. I’ll always be okay I’m a strong young woman, always have been but I’d be lying to myself if I said I’m okay with where life is. Honestly mom , I’m hurt. I wish we fought harder for one another I miss you guys everyday and I know things will never be the same and that’s the hard part about adulting. So I’m trying my best to cherish every day like it’s my last. I don’t express my emotions a lot. Externally, I come off aloof, but internally, I am overwhelmed with emotions. Sometimes It’s like I don’t really say everything that I feel because I might start crying and might not stop honestly. What’s the point of sterling the obvious if no one will do anything to change it ? A part of me wants to just disappear and start over where no one knows me and my failures , yet the other part is begging for me to stay and fight a little longer for what I have in front of me. I am at war with principalities that struggle to control my mind and soul but I am stronger than they know , stronger than I know as a matter of fact. I thank god we were chosen as a family because I don’t know where I would be without the people that make life worth living. I do this for you guys. I’m so exhausted but I knew there would be trials and tribulations, even Jesus himself was tried by the devil. I just tell myself to remember romans 8:18 , “the pain you’re feeling doesn’t compare to the joy that’s coming”. Thank you for being the real, realistic , human , mistake-making, imperfect, loving , generous , resilient, wise , intuitive, beautiful and stubborn woman you are. I wouldn’t dream of another mom. I’m proud to be your daughter I love you to infinity.
By Sakiya coleman4 years ago in Families
I’ll See Your Pandemic and Raise You Two Broken Arms and a Mom with Dementia
I can still remember the old folks making fun of us kids at family picnics or reunions when we would start to complain about how bad we had it. A complaint about how miserable it was to ride a bus to school would be met with a response about having to walk two miles through a blinding snow storm in -10 degree wind chills just to get to school because “when we were young there was no such thing as snow days or school buses.”
By Ella Thomas4 years ago in Families
Home
Three years ago we left my home of 59 years, in Utah, all our friends, family and neighbors to work in Phoenix, Az. The place of apartments, cactus , flowers and birds of so many varieties. My son and his family, my oldest single son and my husband and I all got jobs. My neighbors were constantly changing. None of them shared my faith and definitely they had never heard or known of me. I was also an hour from the kids and grandkids. But we gathered at places around Phoenix. I was always in the car on the highway traveling.
By Laurie Perry4 years ago in Families
Mother's Day Confessions
I love my mom. My mom has been a pretty decent parent, regarding she kept me fed, under a roof, and made me feel loved. My parents were smart; kept me and my sister active, and we ate whole grains, white meat, and veggies. Eating out happened once a year.
By Korinna Hazel4 years ago in Families
alone at the pool
May 1st, 2022 April fooled me. What a tormentous month. I was alone at that flamboyant pool under the scalding sun; once again, after many years. My boyfriend was across the globe and my few friends were hungover from the night before. I usually don’t mind being alone, but the nostalgia was drowning me. Perhaps if someone else had been there, I wouldn’t have been afraid of diving in, of refreshing. Perhaps I’d still feel lonely.
By Ms. Rodwell4 years ago in Families
When one can smell the bull...
Have you ever read the sign: Can you spare a buck? God bless you. As I make my way across America to do what is right by generations previous to me, I wonder as I reach out to help my aging parents, who will help me? I am currently a graduate student, a mother, a wife, a daughter, an aunt, a grandmother, and a sister-in-law. After 37 years of practice in child-rearing with 24 1/2 years between oldest and youngest, what do I have to show for it except wrinkles, gray hair, and changing seasons?
By Verna K Gunderson4 years ago in Families
