At night, every night, my mom would tuck me under my blanket which had Canuck logos plastered all over it. I would always be laying on the bottom bunk of my bunk-bed. Though the top was vacant, I always felt more comfortable on the bottom for some reason. She would never let me go a sleep without pressing her lips against my forehead and telling me how much she loved me. She would then dim my lights as she walked out of my teal walled room and wish me a good night’s sleep. At this point in time, I was immature, adolescent and loving life. One day my mom had been out for a jog in the cool winter air of November after she had finished work. I was sitting in my kitchen. My dad was chopping up roast beef which had just finished broiling in the slow cooker, and the smell of cooked onions and meat filled the house. My mom returned from her jog, seemingly upset. I was pestering my dad about letting me watch TV and my sister had been doing her homework in the other room. My mom proceeded to explain to my dad how she fell during her jog and that something didn’t feel right. She picked up a blue point pen and showed him how she was unable to compose her letters properly. She couldn’t write her name. My dad was incredulous at how my mom struggled to write and immediately took her to the doctor. Worried for my mother, I asked if I could come along but they said I had to stay home and watch my sisters. I explained to my older sister what had happened and she told me not to worry, saying it was probably just the flu. She told me to leave her alone because she needed to focus on her homework. I went downstairs to watch TV even though my dad said I couldn’t, and I remember feeling quite guilty of it afterwards. I woke up the next day to the morning dew of winter making my window less and less transparent. My parents called me and my two sisters, one younger and the other older, into the living room. After intensive back and forth retorts between me and my parents as they tried to get me out of bed, in a lackadaisical, tepid manner, I complied and followed them to the living room where my sisters were already curled up beside our fireplace. The three of us had no idea of the intensive caliber of what we were about to hear. They explained to us that after going to the doctor and doing multiple brain scans, my mother was diagnosed with brain cancer. Upon hearing this, my older sister broke into tears. The contagious, sorrowful cries of my sister spread to my little sister, then me and then both my parents. My little sister and I did not fully understand the concept of what it meant and the severity of it. The morning sun was shining through the still slightly transparent window. Soon my dad drove the three of us to our nearby school and dropped us off for the day. Months later after intensive coma therapy and the use of many prescriptions, my mom came home after a long surgery. When I saw her I burst into tears and ran away. She had a massive metal stitching stretching around her forehead to where her ears were. It swooped around in rings and went in and out of her head. Behind the stitching’s was a massive scar which was in plain sight due to her hair loss from the chemo. It scared me. She didn’t look like herself. She came and found me hiding in my closet and got me to come out. A few hours later I fell asleep in my parent’s bed between her and my dad. 5 months later, she was hospitalized and unable to talk due to the massive tumor growth. She could still understand us, and most importantly still smile. One day I was sitting in my car with my little sister playing ridiculous and completely pointless games as we always used to do. My dad was picking up my older sister from a friends and went in to get her. When we were all seated in the car, he said he had to tell us something. His voice was quivering as if he was on a bumpy roller coaster, unable to stay monotone. He told us that our mom died early that day. Of course, we all burst into
would take me to get there, or even what it would look like when I did arrive. The unknown of what was ahead was frightening, but I still had a hope that I would be warm and comforting, unlike the harsh crisp winter that surrounded me. I imagined a world where I could grow into adult hood, make my own family, and live in a place and a time without the fear of stepping out your own front door. Granted I missed my own family, but there was no going back, it was all lost. I would have to live my
divides political party lines. Most arguments center around the mother’s right to control her own body or the fetus’s right to live. Neither side discusses whether or not a person’s expected parenting quality should instead determine the decision. Despite the very palpable influences of parenting, our society does little to highlight the importance of attempting to gage one’s ability to parent before doing so. In her article “That Many of Us Should Not Parent”, Lisa Cassidy addresses this issue and
The purpose of this report is to develop effective marketing strategies for Interead’s new and exciting electronic book reader, the Cool-er. By conducting a thorough situational analysis, doing a SWOT and defining marketing objectives along with a budget, it is easy to develop such marketing strategies. Please find in this report the previously mentioned along with the corresponding research and new ideas.
An addition to the second part of this report is the media plan
have their private right and their marriages are beneficial, it is also because they are special parents in training their children. People often say that same-sex parents are harmful to children, but in fact they are not. Unlike some parents who accidently get pregnant, same-sex couples are willing to adopt children because they want to be parent." Research has shown that the kids of same-sex couples—both adopted and biological kids—fare no worse than the kids of straight couples on mental
in the television series “The Family Guy” demonstrates and the authoritative style the parent in another television series “Jimmy Neutron” demonstrates.
With television becoming highly popular throughout the country, it wouldn’t be surprising that our daily lives could in fact be influenced by this type of entertainment. Whether television shows impact an individual beneficially, or negatively, television can educate the audience whether it does it
1200 UTC a deep area of low pressure can be seen moving south-west across the UK; it can be seen just off the north-east coast of the UK at a pressure of 967 millibars. This alongside other oncoming depressions would (as well as bringing heavy stormy weather) cause a storm surge affecting the North Wales and North Sea coastline.
Unlike the formation of depressions off the west coast of the UK, this depression was formed from Polar Maritime air, from Greenland, and Tropical Maritime air, from the
moved across the Amami Islands of Japan, where Rusa left 20,000 people without power and caused two fatalities. Across Japan, the typhoon dropped torrential rainfall peaking at 902 mm (35.5 in) in Tokushima Prefecture.
After weakening slightly, Rusa made landfall on Goheung, South Korea with winds of 140 km/h (85 mph 10 minute sustained).[nb 1] It was able to maintain much of its intensity due to warm air and instability from a nearby cold front. Rusa weakened while moving through the country
outside world the way they landed on the moon, with their own oxygen tanks of American air strapped to their back and their protective spacesuits firmly in place” (Atwood 83). Americans do not adjust well to dramatic change. They experience culture shock when they feel out of their natural habitat and tend to gravitate towards what they are use to.
Margaret Atwood’s experience of both countries helped shed light upon the vast differences and similarities the two countries share. She has put into
1. A good parent is one who isn’t worried about being a good parent, a good parent doesn’t treat it like a recipe.
2. Common problems include not sleeping, eating habits, temper tantrums, “over-parenting” being too worried about being so good
3. Playing with your child is important because kids need the positive reinforcement and the encouraging commentating; it helps with communication and social skills.
4. I feel that I wouldn’t be a good parent because I don’t have a lot of patients and
It is not your imagination — more people you know are sick this winter, even people who have had flu shots.
* The country is in the grip of three emerging flu or flulike epidemics: an early start to the annual flu season with an unusually aggressive virus, a surge in a new type of norovirus, and the worst whooping cough outbreak in 60 years. And these are all developing amid the normal winter highs for the many viruses that cause symptoms on the “colds and flu” spectrum.