Need a good cry?
These 6 tearjerker songs about parenthood will have you blubbering like a newborn, then gazing at your “baby” — no matter how big or small.
For an extra tear-jerking spin, watch the videos, too.
Because all parents could use a good, healthy cry.
Seriously, The journal Scientific Reports discovered crying to music makes you feel better.
So crank up the tunes, grab a tissue (or a bucket), and listen to these tearjerker songs about kiddos growing up.
“Where are you going, my little one, little one?
Where are you going, my baby, my own?
“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.” Robert Brault
I have always prided myself on my ability to practice gratitude.
Ever since I was a child, I’ve thanked the Lord for my blessings on the majority of my days.
Still, even as someone who continuously reminds themselves of their blessings, I admit, I take so much for granted.
Due to the state of our world, I’ve been reflecting on which moments in my life have impacted my gratitude the most.
Ironically, I found the key moments in my life…
Mom of two, freelance writer, peanut butter lover.
“Accept what people offer. Drink their milkshakes. Take their love.”
Hey there! I’m Amanda — mom of two, freelance writer, and peanut butter lover, but let’s start from the VERY beginning.
I was born (and raised) in a teeny Southern Vermont town where my parents owned the only grocery store. I began “working” there when I was 7 — bagging bagels counts! I eventually ran a register, baked, stocked shelves, and rocked customer service.
While in Vermont, I got into sports and was a tri-varsity athlete in basketball, soccer, and…
“If the wind brushes against you, do not complain; it brushes against everyone.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo
“Can I feel the wind on my face for a minute, mommy?” My sweet, 5-year old asks every morning — on our half-hour commute.
“Yes, honey, of course, you can,” I always say as I roll down the window, glance at the rearview mirror, and watch my boy close his eyes and smile. His rusty brown hair flows in all directions.
This is one of my favorite daily occurrences.
I’ve been a people pleaser since I can remember, and for most of my life when it came to controversial conversations, I’d shy away or stay silent. Some close friends never even knew my political affiliation.
Then I became an official writer, and life spilled on the page.
For someone known for shying away from conflict — exposing my innermost opinions and thoughts to the world was terrifying.
But I did it, and in the last three years, I’ve tackled sensitive subjects on parenting, gender inequality, education, and more.
I’ve come a long way and learned that I can’t please…
You’ve got to remember, Vermont is a lot of beautiful mountains with valleys and small brooks that run into bigger rivers. — Pete Shumlin
Known for the Green Mountain Boys, Maple syrup, and extraordinary foliage, Vermont is a sweet destination many don’t know much about. Visitors tend to gravitate to the well-known Burlington area, but miss out on the rural, small-town charm in underrated southern Vermont towns.
I moved from Vermont to Florida for the weather and to be near family, so I know firsthand about some sweet underrated southern Vermont towns that are gems along the beaten path.
Christian author of the upcoming children’s book, Fruitful Friday, and mom of 4, Ashley DeMarcos, was in a long-term relationship with her high school boyfriend when she met her now-wife, Frances, in 2003 in Clearwater, FL.
“Frances was friends with my older sister,” Ashley said, “and we began spending time together regularly as friends from the end of 2003 to the beginning of 2004.” (At that time, Frances was 21, and Ashley was 17.)
In early 2004 after a mutual split with her boyfriend, Ashley found out she was pregnant with her son, Randell. “My sister and Frances were there…
I’m ending my affair with this tiny village tucked inside the whispering mountains.
Its endless antiques, stunning actors, skilled musicians, coffee regulars, and framed landscapes.
The scenery was perfect and needed,
but now it’s time to end another phase.
I don’t settle down for long.
Maybe it’s my youth or maybe it’s just my unfulfilled curiosity.
Or quite plainly, maybe it’s the need to see beyond the small world I grew up in.
No matter, I always come back.
It’s purely a love/hate relationship; after all. Those are the ones you learn from the most.
I’ve been to many places…
The other day,
a Monday as I remember,
I took the initiative to clean out my car.
Digging under seats, I recovered nasty objects:
a quarter wrapped in chewing gum,
sticky atlases, and change.
I also discovered an old CD crammed
underneath the front seat;
it had been missing for over a year.
Rusted Root, one of my favorite bands —
worldly music, drums, and a distinctive voice.
A line from one of their songs had been my senior yearbook quote:
“Send me on my way.”
Years ago, I had an opportunity to see them play at one of my…