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Out From the Suffocating Dust
I could hear the rise and fall of my sisters cries as I lay there in the dim lighted hotel room. It sounded as her gut was wrenched out from her very soul. The sounds that came through the thin papered bathroom walls, chilled my veins and racked my body with a heavy weight of grief and sadness for her. I cautiously ambled to the bathroom door and saw her sitting on the bathtub wall bawling her eyes out. Eyes red and puffy , tears streaking her face.
By Shamira6 years ago in Families
One Pound Warrior
"She'll never make it", they told my grandparents when they said, "we'll take her home." Just over a pound at birth, born far too early.
By Tayohserontye Nikki Auten6 years ago in Families
My daughter...my inspiration.
After being tortured for 9 months with vomiting,low blood pressure and then put on a walking frame as i was unable to weight bear due to a fractured pubic bone,and coccyx bone,i was induced at 37 weeks and went through 14 hrs of precipricated labour and then had my waters broken..in that process they pulled the doctor pulled out a red hair. I was mortifed as i knew of no redheads in our family and i said to my husband :"i didnt cheat on you i promise!" My husband and my mum burst into laughter and said..um my brother was a red head, and your babies grandmother was a redhead!" I didnt know that ...
By Donna Bolch6 years ago in Families
A virtuous woman
Words fail to describe the beauty of the one I call mother. A woman who has fought for me and loved me through my most shameful and hateful days. Memories of my childhood burst into my mind at random occasions demanding my celebration of this very special woman. She has taught me so much truth and corrected me with sweet love. Her hands are always open to give me all I need and desire. She certainly withholds no good thing from me. This is not to say I’m spoilt. On the contrary growing up I had the strictest dad on the block. He disciplined me regularly and even beyond what was necessary. Often my mother would fight to protect us. To shield us from our father’s violent rage. She took so much pain and disgrace in her shoes as wife. Especially when I was but a child. She also made herself available for occasions, birthdays, meals and more. Simply put, anything that was special to us was special to her.
By Amanda Awobasivwe6 years ago in Families
An Inspirational Woman
Finding inspiration in a parent is pretty common, but my mom is something extremely special. I know that’s something every kid would say about a parent or guardian in their lives, but I mean it.
By Alexis Bellaw6 years ago in Families
THE STORY OF MY LIFE CHAPTER-1
I was born on August 28, 2003 in a middle class, Hindu (a Particular religion)Family living in Jalandhar, India. My grandfather was a doctor at that time and My Mom was a teacher and was doing some further studies to succeed in career. My Dad was also a doctor at that time and he currently is, But my Grandfather never let him work as doctor as they believe that my father doesn’t know how to earn money. I have one elder brother who is 3 years older than me. As i was born, My Mom was doing some studies and my father was always busy in helping my grandparents so there was no one to takecare of me. As my mom came from hospital she has exams going on so it was difficult for her to take care and also study for exams, My parents requested my grandparents day that can they please handle me until my mom clears her studies, but my grandparents said no, As they don’t want my mom to clear her education. At that time My Maternal Grandparents ( Mom’s parents) picked me up and they start walking outside the house as they said that “ This child is now mine and he will stay with us until my mom is done with her studies”. My Mom start crying as i was only three days old when i have to go my maternal grandparents house. It was so weird that a child who is only three days old has to leave his parents and Nobody on earth can ever kove you more than your parents. I stayed 2 years at my maternal grandparents house my parents come on every weekend to meet me with some toys and they feel very happy seeing me with my maternal grandma. My maternal grandfather has one grocery shop at that time so i used to go there and eat a bunch of candies for free and My Maternal grandparents loved me alot and they still do. My uncle also love me alot he used to give me ride every single night in car to make me sleep. Those 3 was my best years of my life. I received a lot of love from everyone. The neighbours the vendors on streets loved me alot.
By Armaan Malhotra6 years ago in Families
Because of her...
I pay my respects to Elders, past, present and emerging I’ll just let those words mellow in your mind for a time… Respect, acknowledgement, recognition. Acknowledgement of country is a heart centred practice to me. It’s not the procedural compliance that some of my peers perceive it to be. I’ve been known to weep openly in the speaking of the words. Falling into the sheer grace and tender surrender of the pain and strength that has come before us.
By Sonny Mac6 years ago in Families
My Mother
My mother is the most inspiring woman to me because she is fearless yet so loving. She's a proud Filipino, 62 yo, born in Davao and the first of 10 children.
By Morgana Morningstar6 years ago in Families
What St. Paddy's Day Really Means to Us
Growing up in an Irish Catholic household was exactly as stereotypical as you’d picture; celtic décor as far as the eye could see without being tacky, of course (shamrocks-NOT clovers), we had claimed a designated section at church (left hand side when you walk in, about 10 pews deep), parents who could spout Irish history or song lyrics at the drop of a hat, and a mom whose response to anything even slightly less than favorable was “Jesus, Mary and Joseph”.
By Emily Christyson6 years ago in Families
Your eulogy.
Her kindred heart, her kindred soul she had her own unique little way of making the little things count - and she didn't just make the little things matter but, she also showered your soul with caramelized kisses and added marshmallow hugs and honey drew praises. She was my inspiration, my role model one of a kind woman. She was only 75 when she passed. One month before her 76th Birthday. I was devastated. heart shattered in a million pieces. As this memoir depicts her life on this earth- I would like to share some wisdom words she passed on to me. ''Don't wait for time, for time will end up wasting you". Her kindred spirit allowed her to experience life with an open heart besides her hardships that she endured.
By Jannai Calderon6 years ago in Families
Making A Change
Moving somewhere out of your comfort zone isn’t always easy (I know, I’m originally from a large city and am now living in a rural town). The move was needed because the city we are originally from was no longer safe for me and my children. It’s a big change, and does take a lot of time getting use too. Being from a large city surrounded by 996,000 people to 75,000 people is quite a change. As well as not knowing anyone and being away from my family (we were always really close). It took sometime getting use to the idea of being a stay-at-home mom as I worked in my home state. I didn’t know if I could handle being away from everyone, considering my leaving during a rough time with my family. My grandmother having breast cancer (luckily she beat it and is doing amazing) and my father starting to have health problems and not being able to work, as well as my sister finding out she is pregnant with her first child. It was extremely difficult not to be there for these things when I felt they needed me the most. It was overwhelming. I was homesick. My fiancé didn’t really understand aside from my family going through things as he was never really close to his family. We moved 5 hours away from everything and everyone. Once we moved down here, I got a new phone so I could contact my family whenever I wanted too, which helped quite a bit with my feeling homesick. I was feeling relieved. I’m not really someone who has to have friends as I’m more of an introvert depending on the occasion. But being home with my kids everyday helped me the most with adjusting to everything. I felt for the longest time that being a mother wasn’t enough, that I needed to work so I could also provide for them. But realizing that I am providing just by taking care of them everyday, well, that feels like enough. It’s not a job per say, but it’s hard work. Being depressed and stressed at first because I wasn’t use to not working (I loved working) and being overwhelmed easy under stress did take a toll on me in the beginning. I finally adjusted to my life. I still miss my family everyday. But as long as I still have them in my life makes things easier as I still have them in my life regardless of the situation. So I have to say, making this move has been the best decision in my life thus far. Deciding to move wasn’t easy, but it was necessary. Deciding to take my kids away from the violent ridden city we once called home. Crime rates were rising as well as the rates of human trafficking were terrifying. I didn’t want that life for my kids. So needless to say, change isn’t always a bad thing. Especially if it’s for the bettering of whether it be your life or your kids. Go with your heart, and you’ll never be wrong.
By Cassandra Cowee 6 years ago in Families
Women are powerful
When I first saw this challenge I immediately thought of my grandmother. She was a depression era farmer. Someone who conquered the “half-breed” stigma in rural Oklahoma. She left her family for love and never looked back. She survived domestic violence. She walked miles with two small kids to see her mom when she was dying only to be turned away. She supported a family of 5 by herself as a cotton farmer, a pie backer and ironer of others clothes. She kept her family together after their house burned. She mowed her own grass until she was 95 and she lived to 99.75. She was visibly strong. She was determined. She was a survivor.
By Jan Pratt6 years ago in Families