extended family
All about how to stay connected, strengthen ties and talk politics with your big, happy extended family.
Turning Two Worlds Into One
Ever since I can remember, I have dreamed of becoming a mother. When I was little I would cater to my baby dolls as if they were real life, fragile babies. I couldn't wait until I could have kids of my own one day. It's like I've had baby fever since I was just a little girl.
By Lauren Haley6 years ago in Families
Brown Girl: No, I'm Not Adopted
When I was in kindergarten, a girl in my class told me that if my mommy is really white and my daddy is really black, I should be grey instead of beige. At five years old, this comment wasn't particularly concerning to me, because I had never put much thought into ethnicity or race, especially not my own being biracial. The only meaning her question held for me was that this girl was excelling in our colour mixing unit in art class.
By Maya Price6 years ago in Families
Our Roots
Our Roots, What We Are Built On When people ask your family history, where you come from and the fundamentals on how you were raised, one thing pops into mind. Our roots, the basis of all foundations. The very foundation our grandmothers were raised on, our mothers and aunts/uncles, the strong and sturdy roots my very own grandfather was brought up on, my own father and brothers all the way down to the current stop on the roots at my heaven sent nephew and neice. We think of the people who hold us up, build us, and grow with us. I'll water this tree as long as the roots continue to grow.
By Rae.b Havener6 years ago in Families
Chapter 2: A Somewhat Dad
Uncle Vaughn was handsome tall, funny, and loved me. My mother dated him before she decided to get married. In Trinidad we call men that are older than us uncles. She dated a few people but, he was the first person who sat down on the floor with me and colored with me. I could not have been older than four. And I remember every detail of that man. He was pure sunshine. My heart skipped when I saw him because I knew he would pick me up and spin me around. I knew he gave a s*** about me.
By Rebecca Law6 years ago in Families
It's Me or Her (But Not in Those Words)
Me and my partner have been together eight months, but have known each other over two years now. We began dating, and have flown quite quickly into the love thing. His family is scattered all around the place, including his mother who lives right at the bottom of our country. But the woman has some issues.
By Laura Smith6 years ago in Families
10 Signs Your Mother-In-Law Hates You
Ah yes... mother-in-laws. You either have a mother-in-law that loves you dearly, or a mother-in-law that hates your guts. There are even times when your mother-in-law hates you for no apparent reason. Even though you didn't particularly do anything wrong to cause your MIL to hate you, there are certainly reasons why she does. You probably didn't do anything wrong... you're just you. And that's what she doesn't like.
By Lilliana Backman6 years ago in Families
Dysfunctional Family
I married a man with two kids and an ex-wife. I have not experienced giving birth to a baby, but I accept his kids as if they were my own. Although, I was never given a manual on the do's or don’ts of being a stepmother yet somehow, I seem to have survived! We have been married for several years, moved out of state to be closer to the kids, and be more supportive. Unfortunately, his ex -wife was in the process of a second divorce and his kids despised me, since they thought their parents would finally get back together. He made it clear to them that I was here to stay. The kids are now adults from a 19-year-old boy and a 24-year-old girl. In the real world, eventually, people grow out of disliking someone and get to know the person, but my experience with the ex-wife became a little more than I bargained for as a step parent.
By Charlene Ellison6 years ago in Families
Big or Small: The Importance of Family to Me
The way I see a family may be different to other people. I see a family as the people you can always call home, wherever you may be in the world. These people don't necessarily need to be blood-related to you. They can be your friends, a trusted colleague and for some people, a school teacher. These are the people who make you feel like you belong to something, the people who make you proud. I'm going to open up and share a story which recently happened to me.
By J.S. Mellanby6 years ago in Families
My Broken Family
My childhood was never normal. My dad was a construction worker and my mom was a CNA. They brought in enough income to keep our family afloat. I was the oldest of 3 children. I loved each of my parents, but I could always tell that the didn't really love each other. They fought 6 out of 7 nights of the week it seemed like. Not like arguing either. It was like full on fist fights. My mom always threw the first punch. Looking back on it now, it was definitely a stupid decision for a 125lb woman who was 5' 5''. Definitely something children should not be seeing. We all tried to protect our mother. I always thought my dad was in the wrong. After growing up, I now realize that he wasn't in the wrong as much as I thought.
By Winter Nichelle6 years ago in Families