For many of us, the holiday season brings obligatory family time and interactions we'd rather avoid. Whether it's your mother-in-law sneaking cookies to your son after every meal or your father dishing out tough love to your daughter, our family members can do things we don't like -- and find difficult to manage.
After weeks of unremitting pain, a smile crossed her lips as she watched her great-grandson explore her home, a den of wonders tantalizing him with glass candy dishes and old shoes buried deep in Grandma's closet.
I am proud to say that I am the perfect mother. I have a perfect husband who is likewise, a perfect father. We have a perfect marriage. So naturally, we have perfect children and a perfect family. Before you pass a quick judgement on me, let me explain further.
I'm not even sure where to start. There's a lot that hasn't been said out loud, but it's not necessary because I know how you feel. More than anything, I want to say thank you and I love you.
I'm unprepared to be a mom who no longer has a dad. But that's who I am. So instead of looking to my dad for advice, I'm looking for signs of him as inspiration
I could always tell when he was thinking about the war. It hung in his blue eyes. Far away, like clouds. Wet, like rain.
As of November 2014, we've been together 13 years and married 12 years. My grandparents were married 55 years and my parents were married a few months shy of 35 years. I'm hoping to follow in their footsteps in that way too. So far so good.
People throughout the U.S. have such a bad opinion of politicians that in their early years they prepare for other occupations and vocations, never giving serious thought to becoming a politician.
The people at the event were asked to share some of their concerns regarding the challenges of being grandparents. One of the primary topics was the issue of respect and attention that is given to the older generation now as compared to when we were children.
The big kids took their turns. Scooping the ash, gently scattering it through the grass and flowers and underneath the apple tree. And then it was my daughter's turn. Here I am documenting this beautiful symbol of family. Of love. Of the passage of time. Of multiple generations of family.
With lawn signs, TV ads, phone calls and more, it's a rich time for grandparents and all older adults to teach young people how important it is to be a good citizen.
I'm sure everyone else in my big family circle has absorbed their own lessons. These are mine. And I know them deep in my soul. I hope to gain more lessons. And I look forward to passing them all on one day to my own family circle.
tell myself that while my feelings of anger, guilt, and selfishness are normal, they aren't where I should live my life. I love her. And that's enough. Love is always enough. It's a lesson that will probably take another 10 years to just begin to understand. So for now, when I hear those words, I'm ready to start accepting it for what it is, an act of grace and love.
Life with children, especially with toddlers, would so much easier if you had no agenda. Two hours to walk to Starbucks? No Problem. I have nothing else to do. But that life just doesn't exist, except for, maybe, when Granny visits.
My grandfather taught me that without a form of communication, there is nothing that holds us together. These connections are capable of transcending the greatest divisions, whether it is among friends, families, or nations.