parents

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

How It Feels as a Daughter to Have a Toxic Mother
My mother has never ever physically harmed me in any way. But whenever I think of the treatment I've had from my mother, emotionally, the movie Mother Dearest pops into my head. Starting from when I was around 8 or 9 then gradually getting more horrible as time went by, my mother not only said things and did things that were inappropriate to me but also my 3 other sisters growing up. The most heartbreaking thing about it is, half the time there are genuine mother love moments I've received loving advice and concern; the other half has been nothing but damaging comments and selfish behavior.
By Juliet Samuels8 years ago in Families
For Mother
I stepped out my back door, closing it gently behind me, wrapping my coat tighter around me. The moon was making the fresh snow sparkle. It was so quiet. Nothing stirred in the night. My breath escaped my lips in repeated bouts of warm smoke. I smiled and sighed with such contentment my heart fluttered. I loved winter. Everything about it seemed to bring me to life.
By Jessica Briggs8 years ago in Families
The Difference Between My Therapists and My Father
First therapist. First session. I’m nervous. I sit in the waiting room across from my mother. She’s always been supportive and understanding. I’m glad she’s doing this for me, but part of me wishes I hadn’t asked for this. What do I have to be sad about?
By Cameron Dominguez8 years ago in Families
The Boggy Bits
It was my mum’s birthday on the 19 July. She would sing a song as we walked along. I don’t remember it very well as it was a long time ago that we walked along as a family but the bit I do remember was…”Keep your eyes on the path or you won’t see the boggy bits!”
By Kate Hepworth8 years ago in Families
Dads Aren't Babysitters. Top Story - November 2017.
Let’s try to make sure this question stops being asked: “Oh, is your husband babysitting?” We’ve come a long way from the era of mothers as caregivers and fathers as providers. In many families, both jobs now apply equally. The stereotype of the bumbling idiot, made popular in commercials and sitcoms for decades now, not only cheapens the very real contributions many dads make to parenting, it also continues to pressure and shame mothers.
By JM Cox8 years ago in Families
Let's Talk About Parent Shaming
I've noticed a growing trend: parent shaming. You've seen it, right? I remember a few months ago a picture came out of David Beckham's four-year-old daughter using a pacifier and people lost their minds. Or Ryan Reynolds, (seriously who doesn't like Ryan Reynolds) when a picture came out of him with his baby in a baby carrier and he was widely criticized for the way he was holding her.
By Ryan Walton8 years ago in Families
Friends New Moms Need
Becoming a mom for the first time is an uncertain but rewarding journey. As all journeys are, it’s enhanced when you have trusted friends to keep you company along the way. Here are the types of friends that supported me as I set out into motherhood, making my life a little bit easier:
By Robyn Russo8 years ago in Families
Ungrateful Parents
Parents can be so ungrateful. Parents can be a lot of things, but for this moment let's discuss us being ungrateful. I am a parent, I hang around other parents, I read parenting stuff. Now that you have my résumé, let us continue.
By Imam Qadriyyah Mabel-Dorothy8 years ago in Families
Clay Born
The Saturday farmers market in Little Italy lines six or seven blocks intersecting India Street with fruit and vegetable stalls, fresh fish and flowers, burritos and tamales, flavored salts, garlic presses and shimmering kitchen knife displays. It is a trajectory from the old world crossing into the new. It is here that I find myself wandering up and down the pedestrian road hunting supplies for tonight’s evening meal.
By Igor Goldkind8 years ago in Families
A Mother's Love
Being a mother to a happy and beautiful little girl is the best thing I could've ever asked for. I can dress her up however I like, I can play with her hair and style it to my liking. She's my little girl, my mini-me.
By H.D. Garcia8 years ago in Families
God of the Storm
The following is a story of time I spent with my dad. A few years after these events, he killed himself. He was a depressed, recovering alcoholic who took his own life for reasons I sometimes feel I fathom, but can’t agree with.
By Zachariah Wahrer8 years ago in Families
Things My Mother Told Me That Turned Out to Be True
Oh, Mommy dearest, how often did I doubt you. Not only did I think I was the smartest kid around who knew better than any adult, but back then I truly believed that everything you predicted and advised was wrong. From the boyfriend you assured me was bad news and the shoes you said would kill my feet to the bigger things in life like being a mother, a wife, and an intelligent human being, almost everything you said had some merit to it. That's right, Mom, you aren't reading this wrong, I am here to say the three words you so absolutely deserve to hear: YOU. WERE. RIGHT. Of course, many of life's lessons I had to learn on my own and I do believe that's how children should, but there are those few pieces of wisdom and experiences you lived through that you shared with such strong persuasion that I should have listened to. Here are just a few.
By Jus L'amore8 years ago in Families