If You Haven't Called Your Loved Ones Today, Here's Your Reminder

If You Haven't Called Your Loved Ones Today, Here's Your Reminder

Why calling, texting, or being there for those you love (and those who love you!) can not only help them, but you as well.

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Every human on this earth shares a common link. Although some families are extremely close, spend weekends, eat meals, and go on trips together no matter how young or old its members might be, others are more distant, only able to text each other throughout the day, live in different parts of the country, and are pursuing very different paths in life, both situations share a distinct connection. The same goes for individuals who grew up in deeply troubled or broken homes, foster homes, or none at all, yet still, survive and thrive on the support of friends, mentors, teachers, and kind strangers—all are able to exist because of an unshakable love.

Nearly every family or group of people who care about each other form an infinitely and increasingly complex network with more to them than meets the eye, yet one does not take away the value or worth of the other simply because of such differences. When you think of those that you care about, what comes to mind? Happy, sad, crazy, hilarious memories? A certain smell or feeling that makes you smile or your heart flutter? These simple moments of life are rooted in man's natural desire and need for love, whether that be platonic, romantic, sexual, practical, familial, or universal.

Throughout history, and as studied by psychologists and medical professionals alike, the pursuit of feeling cared for by others has been one of mankind's most notable determinants of happiness; yet, as life grows ever-busier, we often fail to acknowledge the parallel necessity present alongside wanting to feel loved: the need to love and care for others, as well.

When asked what makes us most happy, why is it that most immediate answers include self-oriented things like "money" or "feeling loved," instead of "helping others" or "bringing others joy"? Countless studies and TEDTalks have addressed this question and found that even the smallest acts of service produce joy and happiness equivalent to doing larger ones. Everyone has days where they need to vent to others, laugh, cry, talk, or just listen. Remember that each day is a new day to do this, for both yourself and others.

Whether you still live at home, have your own place, or have never had a place to call home, know that there is someone on this earth who cares about you, and regardless of if you've had a good, bad, incredible, frustrating, or average day, call, text, or simply walk over to someone you love and talk to them. Ask them how their day was, if anything special happened or if they need anything, and tell them you love them, because chances are they could use or appreciate the comfort of you, too.

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I'm A Woman And You Can't Convince Me Breastfeeding In Public Is OK In 2019

Sorry, not sorry.

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Lately, I have seen so many people going off on social media about how people shouldn't be upset with mothers breastfeeding in public. You know what? I disagree.

There's a huge difference between being modest while breastfeeding and just being straight up careless, trashy and disrespectful to those around you. Why don't you try popping out a boob without a baby attached to it and see how long it takes for you to get arrested for public indecency? Strange how that works, right?

So many people talking about it bring up the point of how we shouldn't "sexualize" breastfeeding and seeing a woman's breasts while doing so. Actually, all of these people are missing the point. It's not sexual, it's just purely immodest and disrespectful.

If you see a girl in a shirt cut too low, you call her a slut. If you see a celebrity post a nude photo, you call them immodest and a terrible role model. What makes you think that pulling out a breast in the middle of public is different, regardless of what you're doing with it?

If I'm eating in a restaurant, I would be disgusted if the person at the table next to me had their bare feet out while they were eating. It's just not appropriate. Neither is pulling out your breast for the entire general public to see.

Nobody asked you to put a blanket over your kid's head to feed them. Nobody asked you to go feed them in a dirty bathroom. But you don't need to basically be topless to feed your kid. Growing up, I watched my mom feed my younger siblings in public. She never shied away from it, but the way she did it was always tasteful and never drew attention. She would cover herself up while doing it. She would make sure that nothing inappropriate could be seen. She was lowkey about it.

Mindblowing, right? Wait, you can actually breastfeed in public and not have to show everyone what you're doing? What a revolutionary idea!

There is nothing wrong with feeding your baby. It's something you need to do, it's a part of life. But there is definitely something wrong with thinking it's fine to expose yourself to the entire world while doing it. Nobody wants to see it. Nobody cares if you're feeding your kid. Nobody cares if you're trying to make some sort of weird "feminist" statement by showing them your boobs.

Cover up. Be modest. Be mindful. Be respectful. Don't want to see my boobs? Good, I don't want to see yours either. Hard to believe, I know.

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For Camille, With Love

To my godmother, my second mom, my rooted confidence, my support

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First grade, March. It was my first birthday without my mom. You through a huge party for me, a sleepover with friends from school. It included dress up games and making pizza and Disney trivia. You, along with help from my grandma, threw me the best birthday party a 7-year-old could possibly want.

During elementary school, I carpooled with you and a few of the neighborhood kids. I was always the last one to be dropped off, sometimes you would sneak a donut for me. Living next door to you was a blessing. You helped me with everything. In second grade, you helped me rehearse lines for history day so I could get extra credit. In 4th grade, you helped me build my California mission.

You and your sister came out to my 6th grade "graduation". You bought me balloons and made me feel as if moving onto middle school was the coolest thing in the entire world.

While you moved away from next door, you were a constant in my life. Going to Ruby's Diner for my birthday, seeing movies at the Irvine Spectrum and just hanging out, I saw you all the time. During these times, you told me about all of the silly things you did with my mom and dad, how my mom was your best friend. I couldn't have had a greater godmother.

In middle school, you pushed me to do my best and to enroll in honors. You helped me through puberty and the awkward stages of being a woman.

Every single time I saw you, it would light up my entire day, my week. You were more than my godmother, you were my second mom. You understood things that my grandma didn't.

When you married John, you included me in your wedding. I still have that picture of you, Jessica, Aaron and myself on my wall at college. I was so happy for you.

Freshmen year of high school, you told me to do my best. I did my best because of you. When my grandma passed away that year, your shoulder was the one I wanted to cry on.

You were there when I needed to escape home. You understood me when I thought no one would. You helped me learn to drive, letting me drive all the way from San Clemente to Orange.

When I was applying to colleges, you encouraged me to spread my wings and fly. You told me I should explore, get out of California. I wanted to study in London, you told me to do it. That's why, when I study abroad this Spring in London, I will do it for you.

When I had gotten into UWT, you told me to go there. I did and here I am, succeeding and living my best in Tacoma. I do it for you, because of you.

When I graduated high school and I was able to deliver a speech during our baccalaureate, you cheered me on. You recorded it for me, so I could show people who weren't able to make it to the ceremony. You were one of the few people able to come to my actual graduation. You helped me celebrate the accomplishments and awards from my hard work.

When your cancer came back, I was so worried. I was afraid for you, I was afraid of what I would do without the support you had always given me. When I was in Rome, I went to the Vatican and had gotten a Cross with a purple gem in the middle blessed by the Pope to help you with your treatments. It was something from me and a little bit of my mom in the necklace, the gem.

Now, sitting so far from you away at college just like you wanted me to. I miss you. I wish I was there to say goodbye.

I'll travel the world for you, write lots of stories and books for you, I will live life to the fullest for you.

You are another angel taken too early in life. Please say hello to my parents and grandma in Heaven for me.

Lots of love,

Haiden

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