children
Children: Our most valuable natural resource.
Even Kids Have Bad Days
My middle son is…a challenge. I thought I had this motherhood thing down to a science until he came along. Little E (as I call him) is an old soul that seems to see the world like an adult would. He is pretty cynical. I have no idea where he gets that from. It’s me, he gets it from me.
By Jessica Hillis6 years ago in Families
Waking up to Your Inner Child
As children, we dont have much to any control over how we are raised, when you ask a child what do you like to do? they often reply with "I like to.." and then finish it off with whatever the parents have allowed the child to do, whether it be painting, writing on the walls, or simply watching tv, it all comes down to the grown up in control of raising the kid. As an adult, all those traits, manners, vocabulary, personality, mindset, they all come down to the way we were brought up, each individual human has a certain way of seeing things, which is passed down from generations to generation with different variations, almost like religion. Being raised with two moms I have come to the conclusion that there is always one parent who will make u understand a different point of view from the other guardian, and in essence they will make them "look bad" in the eyes of the child, for one will react in rage, and the other one will take a breath and tell us why what we did was wrong. Now, my mom who reacts in rage had a terrible childhood, with abusive parents, and neglected feelings, growing up she pretty much had to take care of herself most of the time, undoubtably with that amount of trauma, now as an adult I cant expect her to be complacent with her distressing experience, of course, as i child i didn't know any better, which always made me favor my other mom. Now, my other mom was raised by her grandparents since her parents died when she was 3 years old and she doesn't really remember them, only thru pictures. Lets call her Carol, so Carol my second mom is the sweetest person ever, she always acts kindly towards everybody, she always told me when i did something wrong why it was bad, and as a child i tended to favor her since she never yelled. Thus now you see my point, both of my moms were raised in completely different environments, as kids one had parents that were not the most amicable ones, and the other one didn't have any, conveying codependency issues, which she deals with to this day. Trauma is the way the brain responds out of survival, out of fear of repeating something that happened already and it goes into alert mode, which is reacting instead of responding. More often than not, we dont have control over how others react to us in any type of situation and sometimes we're left feeling like there's something wrong with us, when the truth is that how others react to us has absolutely nothing to do w us and everything to do with themselves, but because we aren't taught that nobody has any power over us unless we allow it, often times we tend to blame ourselves by the actions of another person. When we're kids, we dont really make that conjecture and as a result, we usually think we're to blame for another's behavior. As grown ups, we deal with things children don't understand, maybe its pms, maybe its a bad day at work, maybe its just not our day, the point is, we expect children to understand something they have not yet experienced, and almost nobody teaches them that they are their own person because most people haven't gotten the chance to be it for themselves, to get to know their own scars, their trauma, the very things that made them who they are now, they've accepted it as a way of being without trying to change it for the better as if there's not a way to be better, to be mindful and aware of every situation that goes on around them without throwing a fist of rage when an inconvenience happens. When u treat children as undeveloped beings, they begin to think they are, as in when a child throws a tantrum and the adult reacts violently, or decides to sshss the child without validating their feelings, they start to repress their emotions with the intention of not being a bother to the guardian, therefore while keeping their emotions bottled up as if to say, they become irritable, and sometimes angry that they're feelings are not processed and let go of and we begin to see self destructive traits that begin at an early age, resulting in the society we live in now. However, when we treat children as we would do an adult they are more susceptible to less trauma, ensuring that the child grows up expressing a different response by emitting a frequency of understanding and releasing emotions, which in turn leads to an affine adulthood. Shouting is a mechanism adults use to "discipline" kids, its how they let out their frustration for what the child is doing, not realizing that they are subconsciously damaging the child's way of thinking by creating a perspective where when they do something that we do not find "acceptable" to our liking they already know what will happen, but since they already been thru it before they simply create a toleration for it, until the parent results to physical discipline, thats when we see that psychological abuse come to be repeated by the next generation. Lets start treating our children as adults who understand what we say and they will act like it, its all about how we decide to raise them that defines who they grow up to be.
By laura varela6 years ago in Families
Treat Your Children With Care: They Are Made Of Dreams
Watch and Listen to Them The eyes are the mirror of the soul and looking at the child avoiding superficiality allows them to feel loved, welcome, to feel that they exist and that they exist for the love of mom and dad, the true motor and the food they want.
By creatorsklub6 years ago in Families
Journey
A little over two years ago, I found this site to write my stories and share with people the life lessons I have been taught throughout the years. But about a year ago I began to lose myself for good reason though. I was becoming a mother, I found out I was pregnant at the age of 21. I was lost, confused, and more importantly scared, I didn’t know what the world had in store for me but I thought I was sure enough I would make it through it. I had the love of my life beside me to help me figure it all out, I wasn’t alone.
By Chyann Jane6 years ago in Families
Embrace Experiences with Your Children
When our children are small we revel in the joy they gather from the smallest things—biting into a sharp apple, playing with their shadow, squeezing mud through their fingers or hearing a new sound. We see the world anew again marveling at how we ‘missed’ the discovery of everyday things until they came along. It is although blinkers have fallen away. We record their first steps, their height on a doorway, photograph their birthdays and vacation adventures. As our children grow and experience the world around them we offer our own insights, our own experiences and gradually they gather their own knowledge of the sights, sounds and smells.
By Mandy Eve-Barnett -Multi-Genre Author6 years ago in Families
My Blue Eyed Baby,
My Blue Eyed Baby, The final decision is coming up for court on who gets custody. Your dad wants full custody, or 75/25. I want shared custody, to have you in a week on and off scenario. It’s been 11 months since we have been separated. It’s November of 2019. On December 9, 2018, shortly before midnight, I struggled with leaving. I held you in my arms as you slept peacefully. Your dad and I had been fighting. He told me, he knew I had plans to leave in the morning with you. He said it wouldn’t happen. I felt like I was out of options. I tried fixing us. I tried having conversations. Your mom felt that she couldn’t stay there with your dad. He was so upset with me before we went to bed, to hear about my plans to leave with you, while he was at work. It was the only way we could be free. Your daddy didn’t love me and we were making each other unhappy. You witnessed our fights, raised voices, tears, and sadness.
By Scarlett Price6 years ago in Families
I Fell in a Sewer
As a kid I loved playing outside everyday. What kid doesn’t, right? Anywho I lived in an apartment complex that wasn’t that big and it went around in one big circle. Me and my sister had a “clique.” We would run around and play with basically all the kids our age that shared our adventurous nature. It was mostly all girls but we were pretty wild if I’m being honest. We were the kids having crab apple fights in the neighborhood. Anyway, we lived at the bottom of the complex so we would walk up the hill gathering friends as we passed their doors. We knocked on our closest friends' door: sisters Zaria, Zharia and Makiya. We were super excited when their mom said they could come outside because this wasn’t very often. There was a grassy field we played in on the side of their building (they weren’t allowed to go far). I remember vividly randomly dancing and running around happy go lucky, when all of a sudden someone screamed these life changing words: "tag you're it!" Before I could even react, I was tagged. I stumbled back a little and somehow managed to land on one side of a sewer cover. It just so happens it was loose. I was a pretty small, slender kid so I slide right through and got stuck in between one side. I just remember breath leaving my body and kids screaming. I was immediately pulled out by my friends. I got up gasping to catch my breath. Everyone dispersed to tell their parents what they just witnessed. I decided I had a long day and I would head home to tell my mom. I looked down on my side and noticed a large scratch from the metal. I ran in the house yelling “mom, mom I just fell in the sewer!" (at the time I really believed I did). I also realized I didn’t know how to communicate what just happened to me. I'm pretty sure I consulted my sister on how to tell my mom or if I should even tell her. Nevertheless my mother looked at me like any parent of a wild child and said “okay Cici." She did not believe a word I said. Either that or she saw that I was fine. Most likely she figured it wasn’t as traumatic and dramatic as I made it seem. Oh but it was. Ever since that day, I could never walk over any sewer of any kind. I would literally be walking down the street and walk around every single sewer. I must have been 18 when I finally got over this fear of falling in a sewer and not ending up so lucky, like I was when I was a child. I look back at this today in all of my 22 years of life. This untold story always makes me laugh and appreciate the fact that I am okay! I realize that kids aren’t as crazy as we think they are and we really need to listen to them more. Something so small can cause childhood trauma that can carry on to adulthood trauma. I am thankful I was able to get over this. Although I wished for comfort and nurture in that moment, I was never angry at my mother for not believing me. I understand how it can be with kids. I would love to help change the narrative of kids so there will open lines of healthy communication. I really appreciate you reading this and hope it has made impacted you in a positive way!
By Ciera parchment 6 years ago in Families
"Talking Star: 'The Star Report': What Makes Teen Girls Rebellious?"
On Halloween, the Original Objective Hater greets his audience with a seasonal salute to the holiday. There exist plenty of topics on the docket. But Star hones in on thoughts on rebellious teen girls. Ronnie says young girls and women sometimes want to be lost. Ronnie also states that girls become unruly because of peer pressure, a lack of attention, an effort to seek attention, and a “growing pain” out of which they eventually phase.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Families
The Negative Effect of Kids Using Tech Devices
Hello everyone. As I go about my daily living, I can't help but notice the amount of kids with smartphones and/or tablets. I have seen kids as young as two or three with a tech device in tow. Most of what I see them doing is watching a silly, nonessential cartoon, playing mobile games, and listening to songs.
By Xaiver Adams6 years ago in Families
