Hmmm, I saw these on Willow Smith and could not stop laughing! Wow, the things we wear for fashion! Thanks Willow for the laugh!
Hmmm, I saw these on Willow Smith and could not stop laughing! Wow, the things we wear for fashion! Thanks Willow for the laugh!
Fisrt off I would like to thank everyone for the uplifting comments on Just Once… It really meant a great deal to me.
I was feeling pretty down this past week. Husband was ill and I put him in quarantine in our bedroom so the rest of us wouldn’t get sick. Ian and Imani kept asking for him. They were not used to him being holed up where they couldn’t interact with him. I just couldn’t risk everyone getting sick at the same time.
Friday I picked up Kierra for the weekend. That’s right Kierra was over until Sunday evening. I couldn’t believe it but it happened!
Saturday I worked most of the day. My grandmother kept the kids for us and Kierra went to a birthday party.
Sunday morning I cried and cried. Not because I was upset about my situation. I was crying because for once everything was okay. Husband had a long conversation about everyday being Mother’s Day. He told me over and over how much I was loved. How he was so happy that I was his wife and mother to all of his children. He told me that I had a special heart. That I love and take care of children that I do not have any obligation to take care of. He expressed how he falls in love with me over and over again because of who I am. He told me to enjoy my day and not to worry about him. He would take care of himself. So you see why I cried so much?
The kids and I got dressed and took off for the mall. We ate lunch at Houlihan’s. Then we stopped at my brother’s for awhile. When we came home I checked on Husbandand made sure he was alright.
Since Husband was sick he didn’t get to take the kids to get me anything for Mother’s Day. Little did I know, he gave Kierra money to buy cards from the three of them and if I found anything that I liked to buy that, too. Shortly after we arrived home they all presented me with cards that they picked out themselves, without any help from Husband. They were so beautiful. Especially the one from Kierra. I started crying all over again!
Aside from Husband being sick my Mother’s Day was great! No worries, no drama, no sadness…For Once!
This is going to be hard, I have never written about my situation before now. At any rate I think I have finally come to terms with this, so here goes…
Since I have been married, Mother’s Day has always been a sad day for me. The reason being, I was not a mother. Husband and I tried to conceive to no avail. I was tested and tested again and again. Husband and I went through proceedure after proceedure. I had three surgeries and in 2007 I had the last one. The one that sealed my fate. No biological children for me.
I met with my doctor numerous times to discuss other options. For me there were no other options. I was exhausted by the poking, prodding, and not to mention the unbearable pain. Husband was very supportive. I thought I was fine. Deep down I wasn’t. Little did I know I went through a great depression. At the time my mother-in-law was dying of cancer. It was all too much on me.
My marriage suffered a little because I felt like Husband didn’t understand what I was going through. He had a child, a biological child. He couldn’t possibly understand how I felt. We tried our best to deal with everything going on. I just wanted it all to go away. At the time it was too great a loss, my unborn children and the death of my mother-in-law.
Mother’s Day in 2008 was the worst ever. I tried to put on a happy face but deep inside I was screaming for the emotional pain to stop.
My mother sent me wonderful cards telling me that I am a mother figure to the children I work with at school. I am a mother to Kierra. I am a mother to all of my Godchildren. My mother-in-law gave me the greatest gift of all…Ian and Imani. Even Husband praised me to the high heavens how grateful he was to have me as Kierra’s stepmother and now the mother of our inherited children.
Even with all the praise it was hard for me to accept. I felt like I was not a mother. I had not given birth to any of these children. Of course I love each and everyone of them but still I felt an emptiness.
Mother’s Day is just around the corner I was starting to feel this same emptiness. Why was I feeling this way? Ian and Imani have been a huge blessing in my life. They are with Husband and I fulltime. I do not have to go back and forth with another parent as to what is best for their child. So where are these feelings coming from? I don’t know…
Yesterday, while reading Tiff, Taff, and Lulu to Ian and Imani I felt at peace. I finally felt that empty feeling slipping away. We were sitting on the couch together. Ian had his head on my shoulder. Out of no where he says, “Mommy guess what? I made you something for Mother’s Day at school.” I heard Husband yell from the other room that it was supposed to be a surprise. Ian said, “I’m excited and can’t wait until Sunday.” Wow….I needed that!
Not to long after that Husband yelled from our bedroom, “Guess what? Kierra is coming over this weekend.” I of course shook my head and asked if she remembered that this was Mother’s Day weekend. He told me that she knew and Kierra asked Christine if she could come over and she said yes.
Honestly, I don’t believe that will happen. In previous years Kierra has had to sneak to call me on Mother’s Day. As Kierra got older she has asked if she could stop by for a minute to see me. Christine would say she would bring Kierra over but found every excuse not to. Kierra would call and say that they were on their way several times throughout the day, only for Christine to go visit someone else. Then it would get late and instead of dropping by Christine would go home. My feelings would get hurt and so would Kierra’s.
Right now I feel a little flustered. For once I just want a peaceful Mother’s Day. I do not want to think about babies that I am not able to have. I do not want to think about Christine and if she is going to let Kierra come over or not. I do not want to think of her at all. She dangles Kierra in my face and then snatches her away everytime. I do not want to think of any of those things.
I just want to enjoy a quiet day with Husband and the children, all three of them if possible. No drama, no worries, just once….
Yesterday I received a call from Jazmine’s great-grandmother who resides in East Orange, New Jersey. She was calling to see how we were doing as well as to share a portion of a letter that Jazmine’s mom (her granddaughter) had written last week. She wrote that Eliza has been bragging to her how faithfully I brought the boys to see her! Eliza also stated that I should do this for her considering that Jazmine is her daughter! Therefore Jazmine’s mom is bitter that I am not extending her this courtesy!
I had many concerns about this letter:
As a mother I do understand her desire to spend time with her daughter. However, my primary concern is that I take care of Jazmine to the best of my ability. I had nothing to do with Eliza or my niece’s mother landing in prison. I just have the tedious task of rearing children with ungrateful parents! All she seems concerned about is making her stay more bearable.
I knew it was only a matter of time before Eliza rubbed off on Jazmine’s mom!
Yesterday I was dismayed to learn that a couple of guys were robbing children at gun point on bus stops for…lunch money!!! Is that not the craziest thing you’ve ever heard? One of the kids was even pistol whipped by the robbers! They also demanded cell phones, Ipods, and other things of value.
Next June will be our 10 year anniversary. We plan on having a ceremony to renew our vows. I also want to have the children to participate. I was thinking of a commitment ceremony that would include all three children.
Kierra was supposed to be a flower girl when we married in 1999. Christine stalked (that is a post I’ll have to share on another day) us the day before wanting to pick Kierra up so she could not participate in the wedding. Well she got her wish. Kierra was not allowed to attend our wedding and she is still to this day upset about it.
The date will be on her weekend so this should not be a problem this time.
I have a few ideas but would like some input. I really want a simple ceremony with a few guests. Then we want to have a big reception afterwards.
Oh, and I want the Godparents in the ceremony as well.
If anyone has ideas please send them my way!
This one may be a touchy subject but I have to say what I feel. Remember, this MY OPINION!
Morocco and I were discussing a situation and during our conversation the topic of single parents came up.
Let me go back to my childhood. I considered my mom to be a single parent, although I know my father. He was married to my mother until I was 11. They were separated for a few years before that. He met a woman, married her and then was not in my life. Yeah I saw him sporadically. But he did NOTHING to help my mother raise me and my brother. Oh he would make many promises but that was all he offered. I am 34 years old and he still owes my mom child support! And I still do not see him or hear from him often. Like I said before my dealings with him are sporadic.
So for a major part of my life I had no father. He did not attend any of my school functions. He did not call. He did not come to see us. Nothing! When I was about 17 he and his wife had a daughter. Then he wanted to show up and show off. I was not feeling it. My brother went to visit but I kept my distance for awhile.
Curiousity won the battle. I wanted to see how he lived. His wife had two boys from previous relationships. They called my father Dad. I was so hurt by this. Not because they referred to him as Dad but because they knew him as Dad–if that makes sense?
What exactly is a single parent? I hear a lot of women say they are single parents and that they do everything by themselves. I have a HUGE problem with this statement. When I think of a single parent I picture a person doing Everything on their own. Whether it be a mom or dad.
Maybe mom or dad is deceased. Maybe the mom or dad just took off and never looked back. Maybe the dad doesn’t know that he even has a child. Maybe the mom made darn sure the father is not in the child’s life.
There could be a number of reasons why a person could be considered a single parent. But I feel as though if both parents ARE in the child’s life (not together) and supporting the child, financially and emotionally, that they are NOT single parents!
Anyway back to my rant…
My mom worked hard to make sure we had necessities, with no help from my father. So I feel as though she has a right to say that she was a single parent. Although I have not heard her refer to herself as a single parent. She did what she had to do to raise us.
Then I hear women (like Christine and Eliza) rant and rave as if they are the ONLY ones doing and helping raise their children when there is a father in the picture. One that goes above and beyond child support for thier kids. I’m sorry but I don’t see that being single parenting.
Again, this is my opinion!
Rhonda and I took the kids to the children’s museum last night. It is the best one in the country–no kidding! Visiting the museum brings back so many memories for me as we use to go often when I was a child.
I love the thought and creativity that they put in every exhibit. It is truly a magical wonderland for kids and the kid at heart. Not only is it entertaining, it is also educational as well. You see kids of all ages learning and exploring at every turn.
Who is your favorite comic book super hero? Rhonda and I both chose Wonder Woman–for obvious reasons! We also chuckled at the fact that we used to wear the Wonder Woman underoos!
Nicholas loves to climb the rock wall.
There is so much to see and do!
This amazing piece stands 43 feet tall!
Don’t forget to do something special with your kids on Sunday, August 3rd–it’s Kid’s Day!
For the life of me I can not understand why Eliza likes to be so contentious. You would think in her circumstances that she would focus all of her attentions on improving herself. You would think that she would be on a peace-seeking mission. Not!
I received her latest letter today in the mail. While it seemed civil on the surface; it was really loaded with duplicities. This time the wording was less accusatory and more cordial. She even included a brief paragraph about the culinary arts class she is taking. I’m sure it was a ploy to get the information she wanted. Really, she only wants to know what they are saying about her. However, Eliza must have realized by my last reply that firing word missiles would not work. Perhaps she has figured that she is likely to have more success catching flies with honey than vinegar.
But as usual, everytime she writes she asks the same exact questions that she has already asked in previous letters. And I have already provided her with answers. Not to mention, when I see her once a month, I give her an update on Evan as well. So really she has no need to write me other than for vexation purposes–this is something which she does so well. This time she wrote: Morocco, if you could send me a copy of a progress report or documentation stating the nature of the concerns posed pertaining to Evan’s condition I would greatly appreciate it. I would just like to be brought up to date with any regression or progress that he may be experiencing. Just to have a better understanding as to what is going on with Evan. Please kiss the boys for me and tell them I send all of my love.
This repetitious practice only supports my theory that she is extremely paranoid and anxious about her inability to control her children (and us) as she sees fit. It also signals a lack of trust in us. This is wearing me down to the bone. She is really starting to work my nerves. I almost feel as if she is trying to “catch” me in something, what I am not sure. My answers don’t change because you can’t really alter the truth.
In no way will she take responsibility for any of her children’s problems and I can’t force her to do so. When I share with her that Evan is having issues with things that went on in her household she gets extraordinarily defensive. She also feels that I am only telling her these things to be judgemental and to hurt her feelings. Though Eliza claims she wants to know everything that is going on with her boys, she really doesn’t because she can’t handle the truth. I too, have sent her clinical summaries from the previous therapist that Evan worked with. She was in denial then as well. She had the audacity to question the creditidentals of the highly qualified therapist. Eliza argues about everything written in the clinical notes as if she was a trained pyschologist. So you see, you can’t win for losing with her. But the things that happened under her roof can’t be erased. They do have to be addressed. Obviously she does not realize that she can make the choice to be bitter or better. Plus, I can only sugarcoat so much before it results in a stomach ache for the both of us! Such madness!
I find myself in the same position as I was in around mid-June. I am depending on God to give me the right words to say again. I know that He does not want me to spar with her. At the beginning of her letter, Eliza wrote Know that you are a part of my prayers daily. I truly hope she is being sincere because I do need strength for the journey.
Note: This is my reply:
Hello, I hope all is well with you. The boys and I are doing fine. Not much has changed with Evan since I spoke to you regarding him at the last visit. Again, we are scheduled to have our first 24 hour pass with him on August 2nd.
He is still working to improve in the following areas:
I will continue to keep you abreast of any new developments.