parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Puberty Stoppers—Dangerous Trend or Solution?
If you are familiar with the works of Neil Gaiman you may perhaps have read the Sandman series by him. If you have not, then you have to know that it's a story mainly revolving around seven siblings governing our world and many others—ancient gods, basically. One of the siblings happens to be Desire (all of their names alliterate: Dream, Death, Destruction etc) who was neither male nor female while all the rest of the seven had a decided gender.
By Maura Dudas7 years ago in Families
Being a Single Parent with a Mental Illness
We all question if we're doing good enough in life. Well, I question it daily. I'm a single mom of two boys. They're definitely a handful, and life is stressful for us most of the time. They bring me joy and happiness, but honestly, not in the way kids do most of the time for their parents.
By Kay Mellinger7 years ago in Families
10 Things People Don't Tell You About Being Childfree
I'm childfree. I know that I am not the type of person who would do well raising a child. I'm just not parent material; and frankly, I'm really not the type of person who gets interested in diapers. Kids aren't interesting to me, nor do I find babysitting rewarding.
By Rowan Marley7 years ago in Families
The Never-Ending Pain That Comes With Having Parents
Hello everyone, I hope that you're well. I would like to reiterate that I am not saying that having parents is a bad thing. I love my parents dearly and I honestly don't know what I would do without them. However, there is a lot of emotional pain that comes with having parents.
By Paige Makepeace7 years ago in Families
To the Father Who Let Me Do What Made Me Happy
It was a warm summer in Sao Paulo, Brazil. My father at the time was only 12 years old, but he already was on his way to his first job in a jewelry and watch repair shop and knew exactly what his goal was by the time he was 18.
By Lucas Todesco7 years ago in Families
Yes, Baby Boomers Had it Easier than Millennials
Recently, I had a disagreement with my dad. See, we had an agreement back when I started high school that he would either pay for a wedding or for my college tuition. I plan to spend a boatload of my dad's money on a wedding someday so I chose to pay for college myself; a decision that I made when I was 15 and am seriously starting to regret, especially considering I don't think I'm going to get married. Anyway, currently, I'm looking at buying a house and he asked me about my finances and monthly charges and was shocked to find out how much I'm paying in student loans a month. Then all the questions came up; what about your scholarships? Can't you sell your books back for the same price you bought them at? What were you doing in college that your loans are that much? If it cost that much why didn't you work harder to have a perfect GPA? Why would you pay that much interest? Then, my personal favorite statements; You must have done something wrong. I didn't pay that much when I went to college.
By Michelle Schultz7 years ago in Families
Awkward Moments When You've Lost a Parent
I lost my Dad in 2011, and whilst it was and still is one of the hardest things to deal with, as the years go by you learn how to cope with your loss. You find it becomes easier to talk about them, about what happened, about the memories you have with them. With that being said, there are some moments that are just outright awkward (in an amusing way of course, once you begin to cope better...)
By Paige Roden7 years ago in Families
Family Issues
Let me introduce the real me and tell you a little about my background and my childhood. My name is Dominique. I’m 24 years old and I have an amazing six-year-old son. Yes, I had him at 18-years-old. I’m from Elmira, New York, a little town in upstate New York. I’m mixed; my mother is white and my father is black. My grandma on my mother’s side is full Czechoslovakian, also Greek and Irish. My father's side is African American, Indian, and Haitian from what I’ve been told. It’s cool because I’m just learning more about my race recently on Ancestry and I did the research. Dealing with being a mixed child I had some white family that had nothing to do with us or my mom and we certainly didn’t care. On my dad's side, we weren’t dark enough to some, but it was never a issue. The main ones always treated us the same. It’s like you're not light enough for the white side and not dark enough for the black side when you're mixed. Growing up wasn’t the best, but I tried to make the best out of it. I’m the middle child. My mom and dad had three kids, all girls. Giovonni was the oldest, I’m the middle, and Katie was the youngest but she came later on in life.
By 7 years ago in Families
Blue and Proud
A sense of pride fills me as I watch the men in navy blue march past. I know none of them, but I have my own. I’m blinded for a moment by the light dancing off the shining metals and pins, recognizing several. I remember all his stories from growing up and smile beside myself.
By Hannah Payne7 years ago in Families
