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I'm a Strong Woman because Strong Women Raised Me
We are carried in the womb for a period usually of nine months. During that time our lives are affected heavily by the woman who is carrying us in our womb. We are influenced heavily by her emotions, nutrition, mindset and her surroundings. If we dive deep into spirituality and science the DNA is passed down to us through the maternal bond from a mother and a child. The mother influences the child long before birth even occurs, the impact of a mother can influence the child forever.
By Avril Doucette5 years ago in Families
THE DEVIL DON'T WANT ME!
Sarah Frances Patricia Ann Lingard Alston.... Whew... Now That's A Name! A very long name! The woman who carried all of these names was an amazing woman. Sarah was the Wife of a Pastor... gave birth to 7 children but raised 9 children... a grandmother... a great southern cook... an awesome Singer! She was an Ole Fashioned, southern girl from Varnville SC. But most of all, My Mom, Sarah was amazing for amazing sayings! One of my very favourite sayings of her's was, "The Devil Don't Want You, And God's Not Ready For You!" What did she mean by that? Keep reading! Born October 06, 1941 and died from breast cancer on March 30, 1993. Unfortunately, she died before she could enjoy her great grandchildren! Her love, laughter, sense of humour and 'Amazing Sayings' will always be remembered and missed!
By SummahLuv Townsley5 years ago in Families
Trial and Error
My mother in her later years was definitely the boss. When my sister and I were younger my mother seemed to avoid conflict. When she married her second husband she adapted to a new situation. He seemed to thrive on conflict. To avoid being an emotionally abused wife, she learned to stand up for herself. In later years of their marriage, the two of them would get into many prolonged arguments. She also started to become bossier. She controlled the total running of the house. If she didn't like his outfit when they were going out together, he would have to change. Years of therapy and attempted conversations had not changed his demeanor. But her becoming more assertive seemed to make him more content and less abusive.
By Antoinette L Brey5 years ago in Families
Making Our Miracles Succeed
“Make sure you wash your face and brush your teeth!” , my mom would yell just about every morning getting ready for school. I would do these things while the slight hint of her horrific morning breathe was hitting my nose. “Yes, mam” I’d say praying no one will EVER smell my breathe in such condition. I must’ve brushed my teeth so long that morning I almost missed the bus.
By Melanie Bailey5 years ago in Families
yellow steaming sweet potatoes
my mother’s favorite snack is sweet potatoes. no matter where she goes or what she does a steaming hot sweet potato chases fleeting worries away that comes with the deep blue dark of the night when she sits alone on the table bone weary and tired brown eyes downcast. every two weeks boxes of purple sweet potatoes replenish—stick them in the oven peel the outer layer to unravel sweet yellow insides piping hot. american sweet potatoes aren’t the same as korean ones she would say. orange and tasteless they need brown sugar melted marshmallows butter and even then they lack the particular taste of mother’s box of korean sweet potatoes. they could be too sweet at times so each bite would be complemented with the sour spicy red tang of kimchi—fermented cabbages soaked in chili pepper red flakes fish sauce grated garlic spoonfuls of sugar a dash of salt—we’ve tried yellow steaming sweet potatoes in all kinds of ways—diced up fried with oil soaked in sweet syrup with a spruce of black sesame seeds sprinkled as pizza toppings melted with cheese baked into cake. still my mother—eomma I call her—likes them best simply roasted in the oven purple skin burnt black peel it off hot hot blow on fingers little by little as she sits on the chair sweat on her arms and takes a bite of steaming yellow fruit rolling it around in her mouth to keep the flesh from burning her tongue.
By Estelle Turner5 years ago in Families
Legacy of the She-Ox
"Da ist ein dumme ochen." [Grandma, whom I called Nanny] -She had been a tiny, but quite stout old German American woman with all the trimmings of barking out orders and baking really good pastries. I was clumsy. She would refer to me this way ever time I bumped into our end table in the living room. Mom would glare, but when I asked what this meant, Mom told me not to worry, but to try not to act like such a "bull in a china shop" for her Mom to see.
By cora lynnish5 years ago in Families
Mothers
Mothers are super hero’s with no superpowers or capes. Just like Superman, mothers are a source of inspiration on how to live to both boys and girls alike. Even though my mother and I never lived together for long periods at a time, there is one thing she taught me without using words or intensionally trying to teaching me. She allowed me understand what ‘LOVE’ really is. There are other things she had built into me but this is the most significant.
By Tanto Scriptori5 years ago in Families
My Mother Taught Me How To Be Strong
When I think of motherhood, my first thought is strength. If you're anything like my mom, you had to have that to survive. She's the strongest lady I know. At the age of 19, in 1972 she had her first baby. Even at a youthful age, she had to overcome tragedy. In her teens and early twenties, she lost two brothers. One died in a car accident and the other was fatally shot. Losing a sibling is pain I hope no one ever has to endure. I know about this suffering, but I couldn't imagine how she felt grieving the death of two in such a short time.
By Stephanie Downard5 years ago in Families
