#growingup

The Digital Chaos of a Mom Phone 📱💥

POV: You just needed to check the weather, but you’ve entered a technological wasteland. Why is the brightness set to "Surface of the Sun"? Why are there 47 tabs open in Safari, and why is the font size large enough to be read from across the street? 🫠 It’s a sensory overload of maxed-out volume and a notification tray that hasn't been cleared since 2019. Opening your mom's phone is a brave expedition into a world where battery life goes to die and background apps run marathons. We love her, but we definitely don't love her settings. 💀✨

A new song from Golden Wells

Wells sat at the Grand Piano and that when it him, he needed to write a song that was just him and the Piano. He starting thinking that sometimes you go back thinking a place will still feel the same. Same street. Same house. Same porch light. Same driveway. And for a second it almost does. Then it hits you that time kept moving, even when part of you stayed behind.

Ghosts in the Driveway is about that feeling. Coming back to your childhood home or your hometown after years away and realizing you cannot actually step back into who you were when you lived there. The memories are still waiting for you, but they do not belong to the present anymore. They hang in the air like ghosts. Familiar. Beautiful. Painful.

This song is for everyone who has ever stood in an old place and felt the weight of growing up all at once. For everyone who has missed being a kid so hard it almost hurt. For everyone who has wanted, just once, to rewind the tape and walk back through the door before life got heavy.

You can never really go home. You can only stand in the driveway and remember.

“Ghosts in the Driveway” out now. By Golden Wells.

A song about memory, growing up, and the kind of heartbreak that comes from knowing you cannot go back.

Grandma's Version of "Handling It" 👵🚀

When your mom wants to file a formal complaint and your dad wants you to take boxing lessons, but Grandma has lived through three regime changes and a drought. 😂 This is the ultimate "don't mess with the matriarch" energy. We’re moving past gentle reminders and going straight to the final boss. Honestly, grandmas are just built different—they will feed you a five-course meal and then handle your school bullies with a level of chaotic neutral energy that we can only aspire to. It’s giving "peace was never an option." It’s giving "I've got your back, and a little something extra." Protect your elders, because they are definitely protecting you. 🥟🔥🛡️

A Universal Core Memory

We were all just tiny, damp burritos waiting for our fate to be decided by a Disney-themed tracksuit. The vulnerability of standing there shivering while Mom looked for matching socks is a trauma we all share.

💸 The UNIVERSAL Childhood Experience! (These Kittens Get It!) 😭

Just look at those sad, hopeful little faces! 🥺 This meme perfectly captures that universally relatable moment: "When your relatives are leaving without giving you any money." 💔 If you've ever been a kid (or even an adult at a family gathering!), you know this feeling of quiet desperation and betrayal! ✨ Are you feeling these kittens' pain? 🤔

This isn't just a funny meme; it's a nostalgic trip down memory lane for anyone who's ever waited patiently, only to be left empty-handed. The expectation, the hope, the crushing disappointment – these kittens embody it all! 🐾💸

We've found an incredible collection of the most relatable, laugh-out-loud memes and stories about family gatherings, gift expectations, and those moments that leave us feeling, well, like these adorable, un-monied kittens. Get ready to share a chuckle (and maybe a tear!) with fellow internet dwellers who totally understand the struggle. 💡

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We even wish for one more roza, hoping the 30 rozay complete perfectly, or that Eid arrives a day late. Because for us now, these 30 days of fasting are our true Eid.

The thrill of Eid itself isn't as strong anymore; the happiness from observing the rozay far outweighs it.

We literally shift from "Eid kab hogi?" to "Eid kitni jaldi ho gayi?"—and I’m left there, slightly shocked, wondering how it all passed so quickly. Growing up changes everything. ❤️‍🩹

"If found, it is mud. If lost, it is gold."

We are incapable of valuing the present while we’re inside it.

When you have it

the house, the person, the ordinary morning

it feels heavy.

Messy.

Repetitive.

Something to get through.

But the moment it’s gone

it changes.

The same Tuesday you once rushed through becomes something you would beg for.

The noise becomes warmth. The routine becomes comfort. The “nothing special” becomes everything.

And suddenly

you would give anything to stand in that mud again.

We spend our lives standing on something valuable

calling it ordinary.

By the time we realize it was gold

My mother My miracle mother My beautiful kind smart mother

Who held me in her womb, her arms, her heart Taught me to say please and thank you And I love you and I hate you

Now I go walking alone, driving alone With my thoughts and hers

I work so hard to leave her Day in and day out I pray I don't burden my miracle mother