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The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Self-Care for the Busy Mom (It’s Not a Joke!)
Too often, we believe that being a good mom means putting everyone ahead of ourselves. The fact is, if we don’t take care of ourselves, we get burnt out. We lose patience and emotional balance and often find ourselves doing things we don’t want to do, like yelling. Self-care for busy moms is neither a joke nor a frill. It’s a crucial part of your life, and you need to make time for it.
By Wendy Miller6 years ago in Families
My Mom; The Superhuman
My mom is a superhero, and I'm not just saying that because she is my mom. She is superhuman. She has super strength; she can lift a bed with one hand. She can make people feel peace; I once saw her breath peace over my tiny baby cousin as she gasped for air from feeling a pain too overwhelming for a baby. She has this amazing ability to make things happen; all my siblings and I had to do was think about being hungry, and my mom would have a full course meal already prepared. She could stretch, kind of like the mother form the Incredibles. I watched her stretch a 20-dollar bill and make it enough to feed a family of 5. I also once saw her come out of a horrible car crash, unscathed, not one single scratch, like who does that?
By Nikeeya Ali6 years ago in Families
Daughter of the Sea
She wakes before the sun, eyes quickly adjusting to the cool darkness that will slowly fill with the quiet, early movements of the island. She rises and heads downstairs to take the buckets for collecting the neighbors’ leftovers; pigs’ feed that will sell for a little extra, and proceeds to quickly make her rounds on the empty streets of the town. She likes the early mornings and the quiet. This island is home, playground, work place and school but in these hours, it was peace.
By Renee Fajardo6 years ago in Families
Vulnerable superwoman
Melody Guryn is a beyond average Mamacita and a mother of four. I have always looked up to her the way she did her make-up, got ready for work, she was so professional and had it together. I admired the way she sang Shania Twain songs because she knew we loved it. She consistently sang her songs and taught us as we jumped on her bed with a hairbrush in hand. I loved the way she always had everything under control no matter what was happening.
By Brooke Guryn6 years ago in Families
My Mom, My Hero
When I was little and someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I gave two answers. Firstly, I said that I wanted to be a veterinarian, and then I would say that I wanted to be like my mom. We all know that our answer to that question when we are kids is rarely how we feel when we actually grow up, and let me tell you, I could not have been more far off about wanting to be a vet. I may love animals but I hate the sight of blood and don’t like science enough. However, when I said that I wanted to be like my mom, I had no idea that I would still feel that way all these years later.
By Madison Davidson-McCrabb6 years ago in Families










