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September 2, 2016
The Year 2007 was an eventful year for me.
Jeff and I got married.
We had our second son.
We went on our first vacation as a couple.
And much, much more.
Our first vacation together was a cruise to the Bahamas. I had never been on a cruise and was so excited to go.
At the time, our son spent a significant amount of the summer with his grandparents. Those grandparents are one of the reasons we moved to Florida.
We dropped Bunny off with them and headed for the cruise.
Getting on was a breeze and our cabin was on the water.
August 5, 2016
One day, over five years ago, my husband and I made a conscious decision for me to become a stay at home mother with the birth of our next child. This was by no means his push, it was completely mine. Being a mom who did the majority of the cooking, cleaning and child-raising were wearing on me and I was just tired.
More than that, I was an awful wife.
And I probably wasn’t that great of a mother.
My husband worked long hours and made it home most nights to put our son to bed.
For me, it was too much.
May 6, 2016
A long, long time ago, I wrote stories. I wrote stories about finding lost jewels, having tons of friends, and starting my own business. I wrote stories about dreaming and happiness and disappearing into a world far away, in alternative dimensions. I dove into a world that I wrote instead of lived.
Now, I don’t really write those stories anymore. I’m not sure if it’s that I don’t have time, or I don’t find the same inspiration as I did before. But the creativity simmers beneath the surface, only wishing that I could figure how to write, raise my children and clean the house all at the same time.
April 16, 2016
My soul yearns to have the confidence that I once had. I used to live by my personal motto:
It wasn’t until I wrote this post that I realized I had forgotten this. I felt like a walking contradiction.
On one hand, I was extremely shy when dealing with personal talents, where I could thrive in front of people, public speaking, self-promotion, and singing. I didn’t. I shied away from any of the opportunities.
On the other, I felt I could conquer the world and get anywhere I wanted to. I would do things that my friends never thought of… like asking to get into a club for free (which I always did) and sending resumes to local law firms for a job that they didn’t know they had (landing a job for $15/hr while going to school full-time).
April 8, 2016
This week, as well, I have been intent on actually taking the time to learn and take a class or two from the various places from which I still receive emails.
This is also the first time since consistently writing that I have messed up my schedule because I didn’t plan.
I missed it.
I missed getting out four posts this week.
April 1, 2016
Two little eyes peek around the door. I know who they belong to. My little Butterfly flutters in first thing in the morning checking to see whether she should enter. She’s all smiles when she bounces onto the bed and crawls under the covers to cuddle.
This is a different Butterfly than the one that appears suddenly in the middle of the night, confident that she will be able to sneak into bed with me.
The next to wake is Bunny. Normally, that’s because I have to flood his room with light and noise to get him out of bed. He is the reason we are up so early… school calls. Absent from this room is a working alarm clock. Somehow, he has three and none of them make a peep in the morning. I have a sneaking suspicion that turns them off so they don’t wake him up in the morning.Tomorrow, I promise myself, I’ll get him up earlier, way before he expects it.
March 25, 2016
My friends always ask me why I round up for my age. As a woman, it’s a rarity to find a woman who ages herself. I feel like I’ve done a lot, accomplished a lot and sometimes I’m really prideful about my accomplishments. On those days, I feel really old like I’ve lived three lifetimes.
Other times I feel young and youthful, mostly when surrounded by my children. They remind me that I have a lot of life left to give, youthful at heart and spirit. For some reason, I quickly forget that.
March 11, 2016
Sleep. Productivity. Social life. My career.
What stops me from thriving in all of these? My children.
When we lost Alexander, my life changed. Really it changed my priorities. Before it was work, social life, family. Now, it’s family, work, social life.
My sleep disruption started with Bee, my third. Ever since her birth, she was a terrible sleeper. I tried “sleep training” her, I tried letting her cry it out, but neither was effective. The only way she would sleep is if I held her; keyword here “I”. Dad couldn’t take her, friends and family couldn’t take her. Even when my husband did manage to get her to sleep, he would lay her across his legs on a pillow, get a fan going and shook her to sleep. On one hand, she would actually go to sleep instead of cry. On the other, all of the extras made it more difficult for me to put her to sleep, who became a stay at home mom after her birth.
February 20, 2016
My hair has been natural for a better part of two decades. When I chose to stop relaxing or perming my hair, “natural” wasn’t a mainstream word. More specifically, I didn’t know what natural was or how it applied to me. All I knew is that I didn’t know how to do my hair.
At the time, black women with beautiful hair fell into three categories: the silky smooth long tresses, the shorter kinkier afro or braids. None of these worked for me.
Relaxers, like perms, thinned my hair, strands covering my brushes or clogging my drains. A press-and-curl was not realistic because I was very active. I would sweat out the effort by the next day.
February 11, 2016
The mirror sits idly in the bathroom taunting me, mocking me. I want to look, I want to see myself, my whole self, but often I can’t bare to look.
What I should see is the woman who graduated near the top of her high school class, to attend an awesome first tier school, to attend a great first tier law school.
What I should see is the woman who found out she was pregnant before her third year of law school, finished law school anyway, then lost my second son a couple years later and didn’t die completely inside.
February 4, 2016
Every year, I make goals.
Every year, I’m successful at some and not so successful with others.
This year is a bit different, letting you into my methods to be successful. One such goal is to have a better marriage. Let me give you a little background.
Growing up, I was not surrounded by happily married couples.
My parents seemed happy on the outside, but on the inside, they were distant. My mother content clicking away on the computer keyboard in her office while my dad, well, he was kinda just there. Even at a young age, I realized they weren’t right for each other. I couldn’t say that there was any fundamental flaw with either one of them, just that the other wasn’t a complement. Their quiet bickering in their room only affirmed my belief and so did their eventual divorce.
January 29, 2016
Goals, resolutions, word of the year, and new beginnings flood websites and the general environment come January 1st. For most, it’s just another day. Even after the proclamations of change, a few weeks later, most people are the same as they were on December 31st.
For those who continue, it’s a push-pull of old and new, killing old habits and creating new ones, waking up a little earlier and using the time a little more wisely. The struggle to change is real. It’s not an overnight makeover. It’s a constant and consistent choice to make a change, every day (or at least most days). Then one day, you have changed.