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The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
The Greatest Man I Ever Knew
As a child, growing up in Toronto I never knew my father. We did not have a father figure in our lives, and I certainly never knew my father. When I was a young adult I moved to Northern Ontario, to get away from the city and my emotional environment. It was one of the best decisions I ever made. As a former foster child and crown ward, family was very important to me, yet I found myself as a single mother with a very young baby, all alone in a city I had only been to on a few other brief occasions. I met my husband shortly after moving to the strange city that I would call my hometown. I was not born in the city, nor was I raised here, but I called it my hometown nonetheless. The lessons I should have learned while being raised as a child were all taught to me in this city, and as an adult. My husband adopted my child as his own, and his family accepted my son as their own. He became more of a father to my son than his own father. His parents absorbed me into their family as a daughter more than just a daughter-in-law. I went on to learn so many life lessons from my newfound parents that I never experienced as a young child growing up. I never felt like I belonged anywhere, but I know that I belonged here. My husband and I never had a perfect relationship, but when things got hard we just worked it out and somehow always landed on our feet. Our relationship was strengthened by my mother and father-in-law who always supported us in everything we wanted in life.
By Andrea Heward8 years ago in Families
Chapter 4: The Illusion of Perfection
New York was New York. Big, tall, scary, loud, bad, and good smells— everything that you expect a big city to be. In a small island, when somebody says they're going away, they mean they're going to New York. The world didn't really seem much bigger than that.
By Rebecca Law8 years ago in Families
Parents Are Encouraging Children to Be Homosexuals with Their "Conservative" Teachings
I came from a Chinese family where it has always been a stigma to talk about emotional stresses, relationships, and LGBT. There was no personal touch between me and my parents. It was more of a dictatorship or none at all sort of bonding, and I? I consider myself open-minded and a liberal thinker.
By Jessica Chok8 years ago in Families
Hardships of a Single Mother
Everywhere you look these days, you will hear about how hard it is to be a mother. That a mother is special, and that we have the hardest job in the world. And it is true, we do. From the moment we learn that a life is growing inside us every mother is faced with choices; some are easy, others... not so much.
By Terry Gill8 years ago in Families
Parenting Wins
Parenting wins. What are those? Ha. As I stare at two laundry baskets overflowing in my living room begging to be folded, the mountain of toys on the rug that I said I would sort through last week, or the two daughters still in pajamas at one PM on a Sunday afternoon, I'm suddenly not entirely sure.
By Cynthia Macapagal8 years ago in Families
Mom, Where's My Dad?
To my daughter: Dear baby, I know one day you're going to ask me where your dad is. It's okay. You're allowed to be curious. I have no idea how to answer this question without hurting you and I think that's because there is no way to answer this without hurting you. I've talked to a thousand people about how I'm going to bring this up. Most people tell me to just be honest and that if I raised you right you'll understand how loved you are and it won't hurt you. But I think that's a lie. I don't understand any point on how it wouldn't hurt unless I lie to you and I don't want to lie to you.
By Michelle Schultz8 years ago in Families
Mom: Part 1
When I was a kid, I often heard people say that it was the little things that you remember in life, because it was the little things that matter most. I remember how every time after I heard that expression, I would focus all my attention on doing just that—remembering. However, I didn't want to just remember the little things, but the big things too. I didn't realize back then that they were the same thing.
By Alissa Valles8 years ago in Families
Mother or Monster-in-Law
I married my husband almost one year ago, I at one point in time thought that I'd be getting a great mother in law. I thought that my marriage was going to be better than others because I wasn't going to have this evil mother in law who I hated, or one that hated me just for taking their son. Boy was I wrong. It started before we even got married. His mother and grandmother even tried to make sure we didn't get married.
By Amanda J Mollett8 years ago in Families
Dear Mom
I'm sorry for not understanding. Up until now, I've never fully understood the meaning to all of this and I have to be honest, I don't know if I still do. A part of my soul yearns for you and wishes I had you in my life, but the current part of my understanding knows that I would not be where and who I am, had I not gone through what I did. I've spent 21 years battling these emotions, seeking to understand exactly what this all means. I remember the last day I saw you. That memory is imprinted in my mind with such detail, I've never been able to forget you. I don't have a clear conception of time, all I really remember is how much I wanted to be with you. I never wanted to be apart, I would follow you everywhere.
By Juan DeLaRosa8 years ago in Families
