immediate family
Blood makes you related, loyalty makes you family.
The Ballad of Lucille Edna
Mom passed away unexpectedly on July 11, 2008. She had suffered from severe angina for some time, beginning a few years after her first quadruple bypass in 1997. But her pain had now increased to the point that the nitro tablets she popped like tic-tacs no longer brought any relief.
By Pamela Darbyshire5 years ago in Families
Mom+5
I don’t know about y’all, but my mother gets the job done. Ever since she became a mother at the age 17, she has always been on grind mode. I mean, she’s a mother, a protector, a giver, and most of all an angel sent from heaven but don’t get on her bad side lol. My mother is a single mother of 5 and she has always made sacrifices to make sure me and my siblings are forever straight. It doesn't matter what it is, my mama is going to go over and beyond to make sure her kids are always happy and safe. She has molded me into the young lady that I am today. If it wasn’t for how hard she goes for her kids today, I wouldn’t have the drive and the motivation to do bigger and better things. And, I wouldn’t be able to spread this story if it wasn’t for the good Lord and the amazing mother he has blessed me with. Even though sometimes I feel like my mama can be a bit much, I know she’s only hard on me because she wants to see a brighter future for me. I couldn’t thank her enough for losing countless hours of sleep with me getting sick out of nowhere (I’m okay now) and for always motivating me to do better. She’s the reason for me living because I have always been an emotional person since a little girl, and my mother always does everything in her power to make me feel better. Not to mention, whenever I feel some random idea to help bring in more funds and need help funding it, my mother tries to always figure out a way to help me, even when she doesn’t have much. And, I pray one day that I’ll be able to pay her back financially, physically, mentally, and emotionally; simply because she always provides for her “5” no matter how old we get. I strive to be a great mother like my mother one day. Making sure my future kids will be able to witness and endure the amazing love my mother gave me by spreading that same exact love onto them. This woman is phenomenal, and even though I’m going off to college in the fall, I wish I could bring her with me... So, she could be able to witness what she missed in her teenage years, mainly because she had to tend to her beautiful and astounding children. Also, my mother knows how to keep real with not only me but everyone else around, she gives the best advice, even if it’s something we don’t want to hear. She keeps me on my toes but she’s really my motivation because she’s a survivor. She survived from almost dying after having my eldest brother due to her being diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. Oh, and let me not forget that she beyond smart in both education and with creativity. She knows how to make invoices, flyers, business cards, and etc. Let me not forget to mention she’s great with keeping a roof over me and my siblings head, clothes on our back, shoes on our feet, and most of all a smile on our face. My mama doesn’t play about her kids at all, she’s the reason why I’m so overprotective and loving on the ones I love and care for. As well, always encouraging and motivating me to do and be better than what she was growing up. And, before I forget, my mother is the main reason why I get up everyday and strive for perfection , take risks, and step out on faith… In order for me to have a bright future and be able to take care of her when that time comes. Lastly, this phenomenal woman that I call “mom” is the reason why I’m driven each and every day to try to figure out how to put us in a better position. I thank God for her, because she’s really one of a kind!
By Jazmine Johnson5 years ago in Families
Mother's worst nightmare
When a story such as this has such an immense amount of pain in its context, where does one begin? Perhaps I will begin where the pain passed down to generations, was nowhere seen, just yet. From the very first baby doll I was given, I knew that I always wanted to be a mother. I have loved children and pictured how perfect mine would someday be, nearly all of my life. Although, exceptional motherhood in itself was never clearly displayed for me. I am one of six sisters. And all through my teens, I felt as though my mother was sister number seven for various reasons. She was the "fun" mom, who had no limit to drama, or bedroom gossip for that matter. On the other hand, my father was a very strict Christian man in my teens so it was somewhat appealing to have such opposite parents. The struggles were nearly always complimented by the idea that I could choose which parts of each of them to take on as an attribute, or shy away from. I was always a thinker growing up so in that way, I would analyze most everything that I couldn't understand perfectly. The Christian I wanted to become would show much more compassion and humility then dad, and T.M.I. would be a very well known idea when it came to what I shared with my own children.
By Nicole Conoway 5 years ago in Families
My Mom Wasn't A Writer
My mother wasn't a writer, but that didn't stop her from seeing the potential in me. I was a late reader. For most of my early life I hated reading, and only did it when I was forced to (usually by my mom.) When I was about ten or eleven, she got me a gift. An adventure novel about a kid who lived out in the woods on a mountain, all by himself. I loved adventures of my own. I loved being outside, and often played games about living in the wild, all by myself. So needless to say, My Side of the Mountain by Jean Craighead George was a great thing to give me for my first book, and I loved it.
By L.P. Masters5 years ago in Families
The Working Mom: Lessons on Life & Love
The Working Mom: Lessons of Life & Love I grew up in an affluent city called Arcadia where the majority of my peers were from wealthy families. Business Owners. Real Estate Owners. Restaurant Owners. My Mom chose to be an Elementary School Teacher. From an early age, I felt the effects of being of a lower socioeconomic background. My friends would buy extravagant presents during birthday parties. I had to wonder if I could attend that school dance the next quarter. But my Mom worked a 9-5 to make sure that I was not only part of the school events, but that I was respected among my peers. There were times I would go over to my friend’s two story homes and watch their Mom catering to us as a stay at home mom. “Do you want any brownies?” “Do you want to play outside?” “What do you do at school?” It almost felt like a nuisance to have my friend’s Mom’s following us around, while my Mom was working around the clock, came home, and still did all the housework. My Mom was a working parent and I wouldn’t have traded it for the world.
By Esther Kim5 years ago in Families
A Mother’s Blessing will Always be a Lesson
As a young child, I’ve always been aspired by a mother's teachings and natural ability to be so caring and gentle with their kids and others. I’ve also seen the similarities between most mothers when it comes down to protecting their creations of wonder and beauty. It’s is not only an instinct for a mother to protect her children but a mother would also protect another mother's children as well. I was not raised by my biological mother but instead, I was raised by my aunt who still to this day treats me like I was made by her. She has taught me many things and also allowed me to learn on my own. And even though I was raised by my aunt my biological mother still taught me lifelong lessons that I still think about today.
By Tyriq littlejohn 5 years ago in Families
Strange, Holy and Rare
When I was four years old I slept soundly in my second story room bed with the window open and a warm June breeze tickled my cheek. I awoke when a dream I had, a disturbing one, ripped me violently from my sleep. I wailed for Mama. Mama came to my bedside as I recounted the events of a nightmare so terrible it's recurred at least once in my slumber annually, nearly every year since: my mother standing in our tomato garden in a white polyester robe and plastic halo. "Bye bye," she told me. "I'm going to heaven." The worst part of the dream was that I could see on her face that she wasn't the least bit remorseful that she had chosen to ascend to heaven rather than stay on earth with me. Just as my pudgy hands reached for her she was gone, and my eyes tore open, and there my mama was. On earth with me. Of course I couldn't articulate any of this to her with a vocabulary of about thirty-six words, so I probably said something like, "I don't want you to go." She caressed my hair gently and wiped the cold sweat from my brow. And she said, "One day I will die. Could be tonight, you never know. And I will go to heaven and you will see me there when you die."
By Christy bradley5 years ago in Families
Strange Meeting On A Park Bench On My Birthday
It was a stunningly beautiful Autumn day, the azure blue sky acting like a blank canvas on which nature had decided to paint a masterpiece full of vibrant natural colours. A mosaic, leaf-confetti littered pathway led off to a vanishing point far off in the distance. On both sides, lines of skeleton trees, devoid of their summer foliage, stood like sentinels guarding the pathway to heaven. To each side mid-life evergreens acted as a natural bulwark to protect the open parkland behind.
By Liam Ireland5 years ago in Families
