parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Mom, Where's My Dad?
To my daughter: Dear baby, I know one day you're going to ask me where your dad is. It's okay. You're allowed to be curious. I have no idea how to answer this question without hurting you and I think that's because there is no way to answer this without hurting you. I've talked to a thousand people about how I'm going to bring this up. Most people tell me to just be honest and that if I raised you right you'll understand how loved you are and it won't hurt you. But I think that's a lie. I don't understand any point on how it wouldn't hurt unless I lie to you and I don't want to lie to you.
By Michelle Schultz8 years ago in Families
Mom: Part 1
When I was a kid, I often heard people say that it was the little things that you remember in life, because it was the little things that matter most. I remember how every time after I heard that expression, I would focus all my attention on doing just that—remembering. However, I didn't want to just remember the little things, but the big things too. I didn't realize back then that they were the same thing.
By Alissa Valles8 years ago in Families
Mother or Monster-in-Law
I married my husband almost one year ago, I at one point in time thought that I'd be getting a great mother in law. I thought that my marriage was going to be better than others because I wasn't going to have this evil mother in law who I hated, or one that hated me just for taking their son. Boy was I wrong. It started before we even got married. His mother and grandmother even tried to make sure we didn't get married.
By Amanda J Mollett8 years ago in Families
Dear Mom
I'm sorry for not understanding. Up until now, I've never fully understood the meaning to all of this and I have to be honest, I don't know if I still do. A part of my soul yearns for you and wishes I had you in my life, but the current part of my understanding knows that I would not be where and who I am, had I not gone through what I did. I've spent 21 years battling these emotions, seeking to understand exactly what this all means. I remember the last day I saw you. That memory is imprinted in my mind with such detail, I've never been able to forget you. I don't have a clear conception of time, all I really remember is how much I wanted to be with you. I never wanted to be apart, I would follow you everywhere.
By Juan DeLaRosa8 years ago in Families
Dad Smiling
To my knowledge, this is the only picture ever taken of my father smiling. He smiled easily and often, but not for the camera. Most often he looked as if he was facing a firing squad. I've been told I'm like him. He died when I was eight so I don't really know.
By Elvin Clark8 years ago in Families
An Open Letter to My Dad
Dad, I can remember when I was little and only had eyes for you. You could do no wrong, you were my superhero, and if anyone asked who I was going to marry when I was older, I told them, "my daddy!" Of course as I have grown up, our relationship has changed, but you are still, and always will be, the man who has my heart.
By Paranneting/Anne Reboa8 years ago in Families
700 Telephone Poles Down
This was the blizzard that made me very afraid of blizzards. My sons were eight, seven, five, and three. I was teaching at a private school an hour drive from my house. My husband didn’t have a job. Only my seven-year-old went to the school, a school for advanced students. He wasn’t there that day for some reason though. I can’t remember why. They let us leave work early, but I almost didn’t make it home though. It went from barely any snow to blizzard very quickly. When I got close to my house, I almost went off the road. The roads were terribly slick and it was very difficult driving in it. I was so thankful I made it home.
By Alaequah Moves Camp8 years ago in Families
Dear Dad
Dear Dad, You might remember me but then again you may not so I thought I'd re-introduce myself again. My name is Audrey Hardwood and I'm your daughter. I was born on the 3rd of March, 2001 in the Royal Brisbane Women's Hospital. My mum's name is Nina Mueller; you were married for ten years but none of them were blissful. I have long auburn curls like her which often tickles my face when I don't tie it back. I always were concealer to hide the black lines under my pale blue eyes. I'm 5'4" and my shoe size is an eight in women's and I own a pair of socks in every colour of the rainbow. My favourite subject is biology as I want to study to be a vet in my tertiary studies, but I also like to draw. I like the way the pencil sinks in the page and I like the marks that it leaves. When I'm not studying, I like to drink lots of coffee and drown in a tale from a far off land where both the prince and princess save themselves. I like stories that have places that aren't black and white, but are grey and brown.
By Virag Dombay8 years ago in Families
Sleepwalking Through Sundays
It's time for church. Your mother's voice travels up the stairs and wakes you from the fog of sleep. She wants to know if you'll eat breakfast at home. As you slip back into the fog, you begin to dream of the doughnuts waiting for you at church. The traditional glazed doughnuts, ones with chocolate frosting, and your personal favorite, chocolate cake doughnuts. You smile to yourself as you think of how good one of the sugary breakfast treats would be paired with a glass of milk. That's when your mom's voice disturbs you once more and you remember her warning. "You really should start eating healthier, you won't be 17 forever." You call down with the answer you know your mother wants to hear. You'll have whatever she's having.
By Kassie Henry8 years ago in Families
