humanity
Humanity begins at home.
A Mother's Love
I remember as a child my mother was always writing away in one of those little notebooks, peering up every few minutes to ensure my limbs were free of bruises. She was comfortable anywhere; a park seat while I tossed my body across all the metal and wooden edges; home on the chair, watching out the kitchen window as I run in circles with our dog Mouse. Mother always told me I had two left feet and that I could sure use a helmet and bubble wrap, especially when playing outside. It was never surprising when I came through the door with scratches and scrapes and she always made sure there were band aids and Polysporin on hand.
By Hailey Thordarson5 years ago in Families
Small Acts of Kindness
I woke up the day before Christmas, ready to move myself from one room to the other, bedroom to office. My jaw dropped when I saw the gorgeous snow-covered backyard and soft snowflakes gently touching the window before they landed on the ground. Even though I was sure my friend wouldn’t be awake yet, I decided to text her anyway “It’s snowing, I’m awake, let’s go for a walk!” Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang. I gave her a big grin and quickly got dressed into my warmest outfit, grabbing a big scarf and a pair of soft gloves to cover my already nearly frozen hands. Together we walked to the moor that was only a five minute walk away, carefully watching every step we took so we wouldn’t go flat on our faces due to the ice on the streets and the slippery snowflakes that were still falling.
By Laura Rosierse5 years ago in Families
Mama's words
Lockdown made it hard to see Mama every day like I had been at the beginning of the pandemic. She had only been in the nursing home a few months before the pandemic hit, I was a construction worker, and the workload went up for us because there were less people on the roads and in buildings. Mama insisted on being put in the home saying she didn't want me taking care of her and working full time. Mama and I still talked on the phone everyday, we were growing closer then we had ever been before. She seemed to have a new story everyday about her youth and times with my dad, I would just listen.
By Nicolas Moore5 years ago in Families
The Working Mom
When 2021 started as a newly single mom, one of my top priorities was to provide for my son. In this new life chapter, little love has taught me to be purposeful, diligent, and superwoman. Honestly, I have never thought that being a mom could be so beautiful and a 24-hour full-time job. My mother, grandma, sister are mama’s. Now I am a mama being able to experience their lives as the mommy who is in charge of cleaning, laundry, cooking, working, having late meals, taking late showers, and caring for your child. Every time I used to see them do all this stuff, I would tell them to take little breaks. Now, I am the mommy doing all at once in the house and learning to be everything, and maintaining good health.
By Yeny Ferreras5 years ago in Families
His Loss, Her Gain
The meals weren’t much. Enough to get by, but that’s about all there was. Dinner, lit by a nearby streetlight through the window, contained your basic needs to survive. Bills glared in hunger scratching our wallets as each passing day came up dry. Maybe this is what was meant to be. Much like how a home was designed for warmth and protection. But nothing protected us from what happened. Not even a home was a home anymore, but rather, a place once lived.
By Amey Coleman5 years ago in Families
The Bounce
Claude was thirteen. He walked down an empty two lane road, avoiding puddles so that the rain water wouldn't get to his feet, through virtually disintegrated shoes, his only means of transportation. He accompanied his older sister and his mother, on the way back to their very humble home from the local store, on Washington state's rural Kitsap Peninsula. It was summer, 1945.
By Jonathan Warren5 years ago in Families
2005 And Me Chapter One: From South Jersey To The Covenant House
Image provided by Wikipedia The year 2004 wasn’t kind to me to say the least. It was a far cry from where I was a year prior in 2003. I had graduated high school and it seemed great things were on the horizon. What a difference a year makes. My mother and I got evicted from our apartment in the Bronx, NY. Late rent and high bill payments took their toll so we were forced to leave. Our neighbor was nice enough to let my mother and I stay there for a while.
By Sakoli Norman 5 years ago in Families
