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The Truth About Being a Mom
They tell you a lot of things when you are pregnant. I mean, A LOT. I could probably write an entire book just based off what other people tell pregnant women, especially young woman. And trust me, as a 20-year-old mother of two under two, I've heard it all! Promise! I can also promise that it is all a giant load of bologna!
By Mckala Shayne Tidmore8 years ago in Families
Life With PTSD
So the two beautiful children you see in this picture are mine. My son is four this Valentine's Day. His name is Bolton Alan. He is an absolute star. And the sleepy little lady you see is my daughter, Missy-rose. She is two in February. And my, it has been a long two years.
By Sammi Jay Watkins8 years ago in Families
Life of a Cancer Mom: Part 4
Happy Birthday to me! Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me! March 16th, 2017. Normally every year, me and my children celebrate together. This year, I almost forgot it was my birthday. Granted, I got my first birthday text at 12:01 AM and my best friend told me in person. I just wasn’t in a celebrating mood.
By Jessica Phillips8 years ago in Families
Michael Jackson...Because I'm a Good Mom
He’s captivated by the drum beat and fire eaters in "Remember the Time" and enthralled by the dance moves in “Bad,” but his absolute favorite is the harmonization of "Earth Song." Ever since my six-year-old son heard the opening intro to “Bad,” he’s been hooked. He loves anything Michael Jackson, and comically, it’s almost become an unnatural obsession. He begs for me to play Michael Jackson songs on any car trip longer than five minutes and studies the dance moves of the music videos on YouTube.
By Keisha Simpson-Baker8 years ago in Families
Babies and Their Baby Things
If you're on your first tiny human, then I am guessing you know the feeling of sheer panic when they break out in hives or have a raging fever that is hot to the touch. Seems like, these days, it's hard to even trust the pediatricians because when you report that "hey, my baby has been projectile vomiting for two days," all they really seem to say is that you're crazy and the baby is fine. What, with all the vaccine propaganda going on, we don't know whether it is best to vaccinate or not vaccinate. Well, that is fine because this article is going to share ALL of the information that you could possibly need.
By Josie Dehart8 years ago in Families
Footsie Pajamas
I jump up in bed, heart pounding; I hear heavy knocks sound on the front door. I know that sound, that heart wrenching thunder that has been a constant in my young life. They were at the door again, causing panic as I hear my father getting up in the other room. ‘What’s going on now?’ is all I can think as I hear my little sisters calling out to me in the darkness of our room.
By Jessica M. Kincaid8 years ago in Families
Can She Really Be Suicidal at 10 Years Old?
To answer the title question simply, yes! But let’s be realistic, 10 years old? What would a ten year old have to contemplate suicide over? That’s how I felt after my daughter told me she was thinking about hurting herself.
By Debbie Holifield8 years ago in Families
Let's Teach Our Children Not to Be Assholes
I was blessed with such a thoughtful son. He holds doors open for anyone older than him. Sometimes he even remembers to put his napkin in his lap. And sometimes, he remembers to use said napkin instead of current T-shirt to wipe his face.
By Katie Carter8 years ago in Families
2 Girls, One Cup, and My Innocent Son
My true story of parental negligence. The First Sign of Trouble This is the very sick story of my ten-year-old son and "Two girls, one cup." If you have no idea what this is you are a very lucky person. Do yourself a favor and skip googling it, it is for your own good. It all started when I found messages from an older woman on my son’s tablet. She was attempting to get my ten-year-old son into video chat to show him her “new panties.” As a mother, I was furious and of course wanted to kill this woman. Recognizing I wasn't interested in “hard time in the joint,” I instead blocked her from my son’s social media account. It was a very innocent instant message from a girl who he had chatted with regularly and it popped up when I was using his tablet one day. I pretended I was him because I was attempting to find out who this person was. Very quickly she started talking about the new panties she bought today. That pales in comparison to where this message led me.
By Sherrie Pogue8 years ago in Families
