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Missy's Kreative Kidz
How Becoming a Mom Again Changed My Life Two years ago, I was reveling in the idea that my kids were almost grown. My husband and I were beginning to dream a little about travel, being empty nesters and even retirement. We each had brought children into our marriage from previous marriages. I had two and he had one. We had hoped for a child of our own but those dreams had been shattered after six miscarriages in three years, and my doctor told me that we were not compatible, whatever that meant... In December of 2015, I had my final miscarriage, resulting in a devastating surgery to remove the baby. I had to have this procedure done because my place of employment had refused to allow me time off to tend to what I knew was happening to me. I worked in childcare. One would think that they would be understanding, even sympathetic. They weren't. Once I had to have the surgery and have time off, they were apologetic but that was so I didn't sue them. They even gave me paid leave! Well, April of 2016 I was heading to the doctor to have another procedure done, one that would ensure I would miscarry no more. This is when we discovered I was once again pregnant. I was shocked, scared, and felt alone. Each month I waited for the dreaded signs of miscarriage. They never came. In December 2016, I delivered a baby girl. Little did I know she would change my path.
By Missy Garcia8 years ago in Families
An Introduction to My Life
My name is Jessica. I am 24 years old and I am a stay at home mom. I have two children: Tristyn is seven and Teagan is one. Their father and I have been together for almost three years now. We live in Northern Colorado and have a crazy life sometimes. Right now, we are getting ready for Christmas like most families. This story is the first in many that I plan on posting about our life, family, and any stories that I feel like sharing.
By Jessica Heid8 years ago in Families
Why 4-Year-Olds Are Cooler than Adults
1. Their life is a canvas. They are natural artists, maybe not the best at coloring in the lines, but that is what is beautiful. If given the environment to be authentic in their creativity, they have no reason to judge themselves. In fact, a child doesn't judge themselves until an adult tells them to color in the lines. Now what part of the adult mind is judging itself? Are we really judging ourselves or are we listening to the past conditioning from other adults of what we "should" be doing or how we "should" be acting?
By Emily Rainflower8 years ago in Families
To My Babies
My babies. My sweet, sweet babies. It seems like just yesterday I was staring at two pink lines, wondering how the hell I was going to do this. I was afraid for you. I was afraid that I wouldn't be good enough for you. I was afraid the world wouldn't be good enough to you. I was afraid your Daddy and I wouldn't know how to take care of you. But here we are, killing it.
By Shelby Posey8 years ago in Families
Grooming
Grooming, for many it is a normal word, something we do to a pet. It has two definitions in the dictionary; 1. look after the coat of (a horse, dog, or other animal) by brushing and cleaning it 2. prepare or train (someone) for a particular purpose or activity. In an abusive relationship grooming is the second definition and it is a horrible thing. The abuser trains or prepares their victim for further abuse. It is done so subtly that often the victim does not even realize it is happening, nor do those around them.
By Janet Rhodes8 years ago in Families
Becoming a Cancer Mom
Let’s face it: being a mom is hard. Whether you are a working mom or a stay at home mom, it’s hard. Five years ago I took on this task and gave birth to my first born: eight pounds, fifteen ounces. Healthy baby boy. For three years, I worked little jobs, but nothing serious. Then we got pregnant with our second, and I became a full time, stay at home mom. Awesome right?! It was. Then, March 13, 2017, our lives changed forever.
By Jessica Phillips8 years ago in Families
Why I Would Put My Child in Daycare Even If I Didn't Work
I sobbed, like most mothers out there, all the way home the first time I dropped my son off at daycare. Ugly, can’t catch your breath sobs. When I was leaving and was holding back tears, a woman made a comment “First time huh?” I could only nod. While it was a day I still wouldn’t go back to, how oddly grateful I am that my husband and I were forced to be put in that situation where our son had to go to daycare.
By Tiffany Williams8 years ago in Families
