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Don’t See Color?
I’ve heard this phrase so much lately, “I don’t see color.” But isn’t that the problem! You need to see color in order to see what is going on is wrong! Police brutality against those of color is wrong, and to be honest if you don’t see color how can you honestly say you are against it or not? Just by reading the news you see the numbers are astounding when it comes to how many people are killed by the men and women that are there to protect us. It’s scary really! And you don’t see color?! To me that statement is like saying you are turning a blind…
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I Fear For My Family During These Times
I’m married to a black man and I have black kids and every day I fear for their lives. Every day we hear another story of another black man being brutalized or murdered by a police officer. And every day I fear for my family. My son is sixteen and wears hoodies like Trayvon Martin. My husband is a hardworking, every day, normal black man who sometimes drives too fast, but is always the one at our store late at night. Both I worry about on a regular basis. I worry that my son will get accused of doing something he would never do because he matches a description of…
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Mom Guilt
Lately I’ve been hearing a lot of ladies talk about mom guilt and some have asked me if I’ve ever experienced it. And here’s the truth, yes I have experienced mom guilt. But first, what is mom guilt? Mom guilt is feeling guilty for doing something or not doing something when it comes to your children. For example, being a working mom, leaving your child every day in the care of someone else while you work. Or not working and being home with your baby but feeling like he’s not getting the educational aspect or social interactions he’d be getting if he was at daycare. I’ve felt both! Every day…
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Missing Church
We haven’t been to church in over eight weeks because our pastor called an audible before the virus got too bad. He pulled all the elders together and they decided it was best for our church family to not gather on Wednesdays to start then added in Sunday services to it. And then the governor put the order in place to not have any gatherings bigger than 250. And it didn’t bother me at first. Until it did. And today it hit me hard. I miss church. I miss coming together with likeminded people hearing God’s word. Hearing the message from our Pastor every Sunday. I miss taking my son…
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My Heart Hurts
My heart is hurting. I cannot even begin to put into words how I’m feeling about this loss. I was excited, but now, I’m devastated. Friday we found out she was having a boy. By Sunday we had a name, Jayden. By Tuesday her water broke at 21 weeks. By Thursday he was born and died in a matter of seconds. A mother and father that was excited to meet their first baby is now a mother and father who are mourning the greatest loss no parents should ever have to experience. As for us, we have a loss for words. Conflicted feelings, but too ashamed to say them. We…
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How We Are Failing The Younger Generations
Day after day I hear complaints from older generations that the new generation is disrespectful or just a waste of space and time. Well that may or may not be true, but let’s be honest, who’s fault is it? It’s ours! Because us, adults, failed the younger generation. We were responsible for making them into respectable human beings and we failed. Every day when we were trying to be their friends instead of their parents! That’s a fail! When we decided it was too much for their little hearts to lose in a game, so we always let them win or we didn’t keep score, but instead we gave them…
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Baby Fever Anyone?
What is Baby Fever? By definition it is a “colloquial term for the intense desire to have a baby.” But what does that really mean? To parents it’s the fear of their young child wanting to become a parent at an early age. To women who want kids, it’s that time of their life that they feel this constant feeling in their gut that the time for getting pregnant is now. Some call this their “internal clock ticking.” But for others it may mean something completely different. I always heard elders saying “she’s going to get “baby fever” if she baby-sits a well-behaved child.” And I never got it, how…
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Being Christian That’s Pro-Choice, an LGBT Friend, who Drinks and Curses
So today I had someone approach me about being Christian. She said she would never have known going off my Facebook or blog posts. When I asked her what gave her the impression I wasn’t, she said it was all the opinions I have about LGBT community and the comments on abortion and the cursing in some of my posts and the biggest thing is the posts about drinking or needing a drink. I mean this lady was shocked, she even asked how Christian I am, am I just a believer or baptized and all that. Like the kind that attends church on Christmas and Easter only or a regular…
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Hold ‘Em a Little Tighter
Every morning I get woken up by a happy little guy playing in his crib. All smiles while he looks into the camera and says “mama, mama” over and over. Every day he is excited to get out of his crib, get some grub and run around the house and even more excited if we leave the house to drive around town. But not today… Today was different. Today the big guy didn’t wake up until I went to wake him at 9:49. He wasn’t smiling and he wasn’t playing picaboo with his blankie. Instead he simply handed me the blanket and sat back down. When he finally stood up…
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Today Was a Rough Day
How can being at home with your baby all day ever be a rough day? That’s what I used to think every time I heard a stay at home mom complaining about her life. Every time one would say, omg let me tell you….and then go into this rant about how they couldn’t do this or that because of the kids. To another stay at home mom that in turn then complains about how she didn’t want to come back from the beach house. I kid you not, I got so annoyed about them complaining and being so unhappy with what I thought was a perfect life-not working in corporate…
