Raising children these days can be a task on its own. Young parents don’t just have to hear opinions from family members but also have to put up with random strangers on the internet commenting on their parenting methods.
Jordan Driskell is a young father of five quintuplets. His quintuplets happen to be 5 years old. As you can imagine, looking after 5 children who are the same age can be quite taxing. Especially at 5-years-old when a child is curious and likes to explore.
31-year-old dad, Jordan Driskell decided to find a creative solution to his problem. He bought leashes meant for children to control his rambunctuous little kids when they are in public together.
In the past, Driskell had a 6-seat stroller that they used for their big family. However, that grew tiresome very quickly because the kids would be bothered when inside it. The stroller was also incredibly inconvenient to take anywhere.
This helps the little kids get to wander and explore their surroundings when the family goes out without their dad losing sight or control of them and hence keep them safe!
Driskell posted a video of the family’s outing to the acquarium that caused a lot of negative feedback directed towards the parents. The video of the kids on leashes went viral with over 3 million views. Hundreds of people commented about how the children were not animals and hence should not have been leashed.
Others commented, “If you can’t manage the pressure, don’t have so many kids.”
Other offered disdain masked as advice, “Can’t you just properly train your children?” Discuss to them why fleeing is risky.”
Dr. Deborah Gilboa, an expert in parenting and adolescent development had a different opinion. She does not think a leash will make your child think they are an animal. And if the alternative to a leash is to stay at home, then of course, the leash is a much better option!
Dr. Gilboa said a leash is a great tool for younger children or neuro-diverse children to be controlled in a public environment. However, she said that if a neurotypical child is not off a leash by the age of eight and nine, and hence has not developed their listening skills, that might be troublesome.
By then, parents should be able to effectively communicate with children verbally instead of relying on tools like leashes.
Parents should have the freedom to parent the way they want without facing unneccesary judgement from society.
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I Woke up in the Middle of Christmas Night and Noticed That My 9-Year-Old Daughter Was Gone, Along with My Car Keys
When I opened my eyes in the middle of Christmas night, an eerie quiet filled the house. I peeked into Mya’s room, expecting to see her sound asleep, but her bed was empty. And then I noticed my car keys were missing.
I’ve always thought I had the perfect little family. You know, the kind you see in those Hallmark Christmas movies.
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My husband Hayden still leaves me silly love notes in my coffee mug after 12 years together. And our daughter Mya’s curiosity and kindness make my heart swell every single day.
But nothing could have prepared me for what happened this Christmas Eve.
Every year since Mya was born, I’ve tried to make Christmas extra special for her. When she was five, I transformed our living room into a winter wonderland, complete with fake snow and tiny twinkling lights.
Her eyes lit up brighter than our Christmas tree.
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Last year, I organized a neighborhood carol singing event where Mya got to lead “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.” It’s her favorite song.
She was so happy after the event and gave me the biggest hug.
“Mommy,” she said, looking into my eyes. “This is the best Christmas ever! Thank you for everything you did!”
“I love you, my baby,” I said, hugging her back.
I wish I could make my little girl understand that she’s the center of my world and that I’d do everything to make her feel special.
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Mya’s super intelligent, but what really gets me is her endless questions about Christmas.
Just last week, as we were decorating our tree, she looked up at me with those big brown eyes.
“Mom, how do Santa’s reindeer fly for so long without getting tired?” she asked, carefully hanging a sparkly ornament.
“Well, sweetie, they’re magical reindeer,” I explained, helping her reach a higher branch. “They’re specially trained for their big night.”
“But don’t they need rest? Even magical reindeer must get sleepy,” she persisted, her forehead wrinkled in concern.
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“I suppose they might get a little tired,” I said, adjusting a crooked candy cane. “But Santa takes good care of them.”
“Does he give them special food?” Mya asked, pausing with another ornament in her hand. “Like super-power snacks or something?”
I smiled at her imagination. “I’m sure he feeds them well. What would you give them if you could?”
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“Hmm…” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Maybe sandwiches? I mean, carrots are good, but they need more energy to fly around the entire world. And they should have choices too, just like how daddy likes turkey sandwiches but you like chicken.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you to consider what each reindeer might like,” I said. “Now, should we put the star on top?”
“Yes!” she squealed, instantly distracted by the prospect of her favorite tree-decorating tradition.
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Just a few days ago, we went Christmas shopping at the mall. Mya was absolutely mesmerized by all the decorations. I watched as her neck craned back to take in all the twinkling lights and garlands.
“Mom! Mom! Can we take a picture with Santa?” she bounced excitedly, pointing at the elaborate Santa’s workshop display.
“Of course, baby,” I laughed as I pulled out my phone.
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“Santa, do your reindeer like carrots?” she asked the mall Santa after taking their photo. “Because I was thinking maybe you should feed them sandwiches for more energy. My mom makes yummy chicken sandwiches!”
I smiled at her thoughtfulness, not knowing how significant that question would become.
This year, I’d planned something really special. I thought Mya would love to see the Nutcracker ballet, so I bought three tickets for us.
I’d wrapped them in gold paper and tucked them safely under the tree. I couldn’t wait to see the bright smile on her face when she opened them on Christmas morning.
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Christmas Eve started perfectly.
Our neighborhood looked like a greeting card, with every house outlined in twinkling lights. Ours was especially festive, with icicle lights dripping from the gutters and our giant inflatable snowman waving to passersby.
“Why do we put up so many lights, Mom?” Mya asked as we stood in our driveway admiring our handiwork.
“Well, honey,” I began, “it’s to help guide Santa to all the houses. Plus, doesn’t it make everything feel magical?”
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“It’s like the stars came down to live in our neighborhood!” she giggled, twirling in her red Christmas dress.
Dinner was perfect too. We had honey-glazed ham, creamy mashed potatoes, and Hayden’s famous green bean casserole.
Mya could barely sit still, picking at her food with excited energy.
“Can we please open just one present tonight?” she begged, giving us her best puppy dog eyes.
“You know the rules, sweetie,” Hayden said with a smile. “All presents wait until Christmas morning.”
“But I don’t feel sleepy! I want to open the gifts!” she protested, though her yawn gave her away.
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“The sooner you go to bed, the sooner morning will come,” I reminded her, using the same line my mother used on me.
We tucked her in around eight after she’d brushed her teeth and put on her favorite Rudolph pajamas. She hugged me extra tight.
“I love you, Mom,” she whispered. “This is going to be the best Christmas ever.”
I had no idea then how right she would be, just not in the way I expected.
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I went to bed shortly after she slept, but suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. I looked at the clock on my bedside table. It was 2 a.m.
Why does my mouth feel so dry? I thought. I guess I didn’t drink enough water today.
Feeling thirsty, I rose from my bed and started walking toward the kitchen. On my way, I noticed Mya’s bedroom door was slightly ajar.
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This was unusual because I had closed it shut, and she never woke up in the middle of the night. As I reached for the doorknob to close the door, my gaze landed on Mya’s bed. It was empty.
My heart started racing.
“Mya?” I called out as I walked toward her bathroom. “Mya, are you in there?”
But the bathroom lights were off. I still opened and checked inside but my daughter wasn’t there.
I rushed from one room to the other, but I couldn’t find her anywhere.
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I quickly headed back to our bedroom as my heart pounded inside my chest.
“Hayden!” I shouted. “Hayden, wake up! Mya’s gone! She’s not in her bed.”
“What?” he woke up, rubbing his eyes. “Have you checked everywhere? I’m sure she must be around here somewhere.”
“She’s not here, Hayden,” I said as tears trickled down my cheeks. “I’ve checked every room!”
He quickly left the bed and searched for her around the house.
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As we were looking for her, I reached the front door and realized my car keys were missing from their usual spot. I was about to call the cops at that point when Hayden found something.
“Honey, look!” he called out. “There’s a note under the tree.”
I walked over, and tears filled my eyes as I started reading Mya’s carefully written letter to Santa.
Dear Santa,
I know you and your reindeer have a very hard time on Christmas night. It must be so difficult to visit every child in the world and bring them a gift. I think your reindeer must be very tired, so I thought I’d help.
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When you come to my house with the games I asked for, please go to the abandoned house across the street so your reindeer can rest there. I brought them warm clothes and blankets so they could take a nap.
I also brought some sandwiches for them. Mom made these for me and kept them in the fridge. I’ve also made some vegetable sandwiches in case your reindeer don’t like the chicken ones.
You’ll also find Mom’s car keys there. You can use the car in case the reindeer feel tired and you still have to deliver more gifts.
Just return the keys before dawn, please!
Tears streamed down my face as I read the note. I also felt relieved knowing my car keys were with her.
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Without a word to Hayden, I grabbed my coat and hurried across the street to the abandoned house. There, hidden behind some bushes, was my little girl, wrapped in her winter coat and clutching a bag of sandwiches.
I knelt beside her, my voice soft. “Mya, sweetheart, what are you doing here?”
“I’m waiting for Santa, Mom!” she said. “I wanted his reindeer to rest before they went to other houses.”
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I couldn’t help but smile, my heart swelling with pride and love. I hugged her tightly and whispered, “Let’s go home, my little helper.”
I quietly helped her gather her things and brought her home, pretending I’d never seen her note. Some Christmas magic deserves to stay magical, doesn’t it?
The next morning, we gathered around the tree as usual. Mya’s eyes grew wide when she spotted a new note propped against her gift.
“Look!” she squealed, carefully unfolding it.
Hayden and I exchanged a knowing look. We were glad she found the note we had placed for her.
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It read, Hello, Mya! Thank you for your thoughtful note. My reindeer are indeed grateful for the blankets and sandwiches, especially Vixen. I returned your mom’s car just like you asked. You’re a wonderful girl and you’ve made this Christmas magical. – Santa
Mya’s face glowed with joy as she hugged the note to her chest.
“Mom! Dad! Santa used the blankets! And Vixen ate my sandwiches!”
I pulled her into my arms, breathing in her sweet, little-girl scent.
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Sometimes the best Christmas gifts aren’t those wrapped in pretty paper. They’re the moments that remind us of the pure and innocent love in our children’s hearts.
That Christmas morning, as I watched Mya excitedly open her Nutcracker tickets, I realized that while I’d always tried to make Christmas magical for her, she’d managed to make it even more magical for us.
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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