parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
I Remember (HIM)
Ahh... The good days, carefree & without worry. The year was 2000. I was 5 years old. I can recall waking up on a Saturday morning to the aroma of PineSol & hear the gospel music playing. I knew what this meant; cleaning day. My mother would blast the music to wake up Pam & I. Pam is my older sister. We're 12 years apart. As I flipped the covers from over my head, I was dreading the thought of having to scrub walls & dust in places that should be forgotten about. All I wanted to do on this beautiful Saturday morning was scurry to the living room to catch my morning cartoons. This consisted of Barney, Dragon Tales, & Caillou (in that order). I would fix myself a bowl of Cornflakes & curl up on the couch for a day of relaxation. I normally could get out of doing household chores that involved fumes & dust because I had asthma. Pam hated the fact that I could get out of doing chores because that meant she had to do everything by herself. As I got comfortable on the couch, it didn't take long for my childish bliss to be disrupted by Pam & mom arguing. They were always arguing about something. Pam was 17 at the time. It seemed as if everything turned into a heated verbal exchange. "Why doesn't Brandon have to clean up, it's his mess anyway?" she said. My mom wasn't keen on answering questions that she felt she didn't have to answer to. "Because I told you to do it, that's why." Mom responded. I learned to tune out their arguing, it was just something that I had gotten used to. As they continued to exchange words, I could hear the front door unlocking. With excitement, I jumped off the couch & ran & opened the door before the knob could finish turning. "Daddy!" I screamed. My face lit up with joy. My father stood there with a huge grin on his face, picked me up and embraced me. My mom & dad weren't married, but they were inseparable towards each other. Their love for each other couldn't be bound by a piece of paper. It was just present. My sister & I have different dads, but my dad raised her as his own when my parents met. She was 12 years old at the time. My dad was everything to me. He was my hero. I looked up to him because he was always joking, laughing, & he always knew exactly what to say. What can I say? Life was good, I had my mom, dad, & sister all under one household. Everything was perfect. Little did I know that reality would soon set in, & life as I knew would it would take a traumatic turn for the worst.
By Brandon White6 years ago in Families
How your parents affect your relationship with money
Have you ever been bad with money? Set budgets but couldn't stay within the means of them? Been in a ton of debt or lived paycheck to paycheck? Of course you have. I'm sure all of us can relate to debt in some way or another. But not too many of us have taken a look at the relationship our parents had with money. Sometimes the root cause of our bad spending habits starts with our parents. And the number one way to solve a problem and to get to the bottom of it. I once heard a quote that states, "Our issues are in our tissues". That statement really stuck with me. In other words, this quote essentially means that some of our habits and even our problems stem from our DNA. It's a known fact in psychology that we often repeat the same patterns and behaviors our parents had long before we were even thought of. If hereditary health issues affect and are passed down to us as adults, behavioral patterns definitely play a huge role in how we turn out as adults.
By Monique Williams6 years ago in Families
A Father and Son Eating Yogurt and Being Sad
I've worked at a frozen yogurt shop/coffee shop for over 3 years now. Yes that's right, a yogurt AND coffee shop, we sell both. It's a quiet job that has given me a chance to interact with a large variety of everyday people, and witness numerous encounters between those people that I believe can give us all a glimpse into what life is truly about. These are those stories.
By David Peoples6 years ago in Families
I am Stong because I came from a Strong Woman!
This is my mother. Growing up, I didn’t value the sacrifices she was making for my siblings and I. Working a full-time job and also going to school to get her Associates Degree. I took for granted the small blessings we overlook every day. I was never hungry, never homeless, never dirty and always surrounded by love.
By DenisseAlice6 years ago in Families
How to Use Your Baby Activity Table
Written by: Trish,M Introduction You've just entered the league of motherhood, and keeping in mind that you're sweet bundle of joy is speedily growing up, you know that some intervention is required for you to at least do the dishes. Mothers can sure attest to such challenges, given that their kids can be quite a handful. Don't fret. There's a solution out there. An activity table is what you need. There exists a plethora of activity tables out there filled with numbers, letters, and kid's songs to entertain and aid in your baby's growth. But how exactly do you use such a table? Let's cut the jibber-jabber and delve right into it.
By Razzak Rafi6 years ago in Families
Grasping the clouds
A dreary Sunday approached quickly and I was not prepared how I would feel about missing my Dad especially during the holidays. I remembered I have not been following the calendar like I used to, so I was not aware of how many days were left in the month of December. Then, oddly enough, I had a feeling about needing a nap, in which I gave into. And, I am glad I did because I woke up feeling rested. After some much-needed relaxation, something refreshed my memory about the tough days that may follow.
By donna steele6 years ago in Families
Fragments of my Father
When I’m being harsh I think of my father’s love like one of those oversized Easter eggs – the kind wrapped in gold foil, with red ribbon tied around the middle – exciting to receive, but a hollow shell containing nothing of substance. He loves me in an abstract way, worries about me and for me, but he doesn’t know me, not really. He has said more than once – the last occasion being at my wedding reception – that I am the most honest person he knows, but as much as I enjoyed the compliment, it is not true. I can be, and have been, as mendacious and deceitful as anybody else.
By Lucinda Cotter6 years ago in Families
5 Things We Never Thought We'd Do As Parents
Before I became a mother I never thought I would be a mother. Of course, when I got pregnant, I had an idea of how I would parent. I was going to be my little girl's best friend. But there is a giant list of things I would never thought I would do as a mother starting with this
By Michelle Schultz6 years ago in Families
Don’t Be A Tree
I am a Warrior Mom. What does that mean? It means that I suffered from and survived postpartum depression. In my case, it also means that I am a mom of children who have special needs. The beginning of motherhood was not magical for me. In fact I was stuck, isolated, stagnant and afraid.
By Tarsha Benevento6 years ago in Families











