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My home
It's difficult to feel at home when the world is constantly telling you the home you have built is not enough. As endless pictures of perfectly curated rooms fill my social media feed, stinging guilt seeps into my heart. Do my children deserve better? I stare around the room at the scattered laundry, second-hand furniture, mismatched walls- and suddenly my little house feels infinitely less-than. Would beige Behr walls and new furniture make me a better parent? Do my children care that the decor tying our house together is from the dollar store? Is this perfect life that I see so often online something real, or just another facade in a world that can feel so unauthentic?
By Carmen Morgan4 years ago in Families
Citizenship Education and Democracy
Individuals have seen training and its significant objectives diversely relying upon their social orders' social, financial, and political quirks. Although the considerable thought behind instructing younger ages has been their turn of events and their progress to finish inclusion in public activity, the techniques vary extensively (Kirylo, 2013). Brighouse (2006) states that liberal vote-based systems have created a view on schooling corresponding to citizenship that infers reputable, dynamic political interest and commitment in broad daylight thinking. In straightforward terms, the job of instructors is to encourage youngsters to be valid residents who can add to the evolvement of their nations.
By Nordon4 years ago in Families
My guardian angel
I always felt protected by my sister, even though she is almost 2 years younger than me. Since childhood, she did not allow anyone to upset me. Even though we are sisters, our characters are totally different. I was the kind of shy child who never answered anyone with ugly words and could cry even if someone just looked at me badly. But my sister was a baddass little girl, used to fulfill any whim at once, just as when Aladdin rubs the lamp her whims and what is also important she was very nervous.
By Maria Ostasevici 4 years ago in Families
"There's FAMILIES Here, Too!"
"YOU CAN'T BEE A 'BE-ES-ER!' " "I never said I WAS Hunter S.Thompson!" [Olivia Petrus]. Those "Wise Words of Wisdom" were shared with me in my favorite high-school journalism class. Well, "POR LOS NINOS" [ A 'Peggy Hill' phrase. Peggy Hill was a character on "King of the Hill". Co-Written and Produced by Mike Judge and Greg Daniels.] [YouTube]. [Google]. Out of privacy concerns, I edited out exactly WHO said it and HOW it was said. But those words STUCK WITH ME...
By Unlisted&Twisted!4 years ago in Families
Public School Killed My Kid’s Love of Reading
I recently removed my kid (a third-grader) from her public school just a half-mile from our residence. Why did I give up the luxuries of a nearby campus, incredible bus system, and sense of tight-knit community?
By While You Were Out. 4 years ago in Families
To Try, Perchance To Fly
Every time I see a hawk in flight, I watch, almost mesmerized. Like eagles and falcons, birds I see less often, the majesty of their form, the strength of their wings and the graceful ease with which they can swoop, then rise again into the wind, are humbling. The skies are theirs, and there they defy the power that gravity imposes on us, the mere mortals.
By Marie McGrath4 years ago in Families
Pushing Forward
A wave of grief hit our family like a ton of bricks a little over a year ago, my brother in-law was murdered on one of the busiest highways in California in broad daylight. We have yet to find answers but even if we did, even if we got them, it still wouldn't bring him back. The loss of him was one of mass proportions. This alone would have been enough to make our world crumble. He was everyone's favorite. I've known him since he was a baby. He was a kind soul, sweet and protective. But with no other choice, we picked up the pieces of our shattered hearts and tried to keep it pushing. The silence in the room as we sit together as a family gets heavy. The things that aren't said weigh a ton. But the one thing I can truly say is I still feel him near. I still see him in all the small details of our every day lives.
By Talisha Reupena 4 years ago in Families
Where I Call Home
When I spent nearly a week homeless on the streets of Surrey, British Columbia, I experienced first-hand the concept of not having a home of my own. For most of my life, home was where I was sheltered and protected; a shield to the outside, dangerous world. But at the age of twenty-nine, I left my childhood home and set out on my own, unsure of what to expect from being outside my bubble. For the first time, my home was no longer the house I lived in, but it became something flexible, carried around here and there like a turtle carrying its shell. I cleaned my clothes at a laundry mat, showered in a recreation centre and stayed at fast food restaurants that opened all night. Home became a patchwork of locations where I spent my day, as well as my vehicle where I slept. Not lasting even a week, I was admitted to hospital, which was essentially yet another temporary home for me. But what I really learned is that my definition of home could change, for better or for worse, and it is that understanding that motivates me to seek the best home I can.
By Jesse Leung4 years ago in Families
I am Appalachian!
I am the Cherokee, the Wataugans, the Scots Irish, the South African and so many more that are as much a part of me as the Mountains themselves. I can be traced back to Spanish Kings and German Queens, but the Appalachians is where I was born. In the dark Coal mines as small boys carried out the Coal their fathers have dug out of the mountains, the father can only look on because it was necessary to survive, always keeping the pain inside so he can keep going. Because knowing that his son, grandson and many generations forward would have a better life than his, this is what keeps him alive. My family and friends who were ripped away from me by the soldiers, to be taken to a strange place they call Oklahoma; I lost them all on the trail of tears. I wore Blue and my Brother wore Gray damn that war. Potbelly stoves, the cinders left behind and the smell of burning coal. The wetness of the fog as I breathe in the Mountain air in the early morning. Squirrel and Ginseng Hunting high up on the Mountain Ridge, on a rainy day I can smell the wet fur of the deer as they approach and wild turkey cannot hear me walking on the wet leaves. Hunting is not my sport; it is a way of life and a way to feed my family.
By Mark S. Collins4 years ago in Families
Heart and Home
It wasn't until I got older and had grown in wisdom that I came to know what 'home' really meant for me. Growing up my parents set out to provide a place that was filled with love, protection and stability. I always thought that home meant the place you grew up in, the house you get dropped off by your friend's mom after a play date. The one you run back to after playing for hours and hours after school. I thought it was like what you see in the movies. Your childhood home that you come back to visit as an adult. A place your parents find and call their forever home, the one you have all your firsts in, the one you do all your growing up and learning in. The one you drive away from as you set off for college and spread your wings only to come back to on holiday breaks. But that fairy tale of a home wasn't anything I would see or know. It never is like the movies portray it to be. Maybe for some but for me it came in the form of the safety and serenity my siblings and I created for ourselves.
By Talisha Reupena 4 years ago in Families
FATHERS AND SINS
It is official. My dad turned 100 years old. He is a centenarian, and I am rightly pissed about his big accomplishment. OMG! All the years of his harping about living a good clean life have, at last, put me into my place. Should I despise the old dude? I guess there is a fair amount of anger riding my back where dad is concerned. I must admit to it for the sake of my mental health. I am jealous and positively green with envy. “Father Knows Best”, for gosh sakes!
By Ibraahiym Kadessh4 years ago in Families
What do you do?
I love my job because it is a unique, one-of-a-kind type of job. A job no other person can possibly have. Don’t get me wrong, there are in fact millions of people who do this job, but no other person can possibly do it as I do. Not in a boasting and bragging way either. Simply put, the role of Motherhood is something only understood by the individual. For it is true there are no two like people in the world, we are all unique, individuals. Therefore, my experience of motherhood will be like no one else, because my precious boy can only be fully understood from my eyes, angle, and perception, as his mother.
By Len Lei4 years ago in Families