Real Talk

The Journey Of Parenting The Exceptional Being pregnant with my daughter Magnolia was a breeze. They say girls take all of their mom’s beauty, but I glowed with her. She was my first baby, the long awaited first grandchild for my parents. You see, I was 31 when she was born. Magnolia commands attention wherever she goes so her birth was no different. She decided that Easter Sunday would be the best day for her grand entrance. 27 hours of natural labor, with no progress past 5 1/2 cm, and an emergency c-section later. Little Magnolia Rose finally arrived at 4:13am weighing 8lbs 9oz, and 21in long. I gave the background of her birth, because the next 18 months went smooth...

The Weird Mom Being a mom is rough.It's the understatement of the century, but it's true. The Mommy Wars, where everything is a competition, just serves to make it harder.But I want to pinpoint the Mommy Cold War. I'm the weird mom. When attending things for my kids, I'm a wallflower, because I don't want my inability to human like a normal adult to affect my kids. I'm terrible at small talk, because I will inevitably try to participate, which will in turn result in an awkward silence where people make polite noises and continue as though I'm not there.Things are a little better once folks have acclimated to me, but the sad fact is we are tribal creatures, and I tick...

Dating :: Why Do We Accept The Bare Minimum? I don’t know about you ladies, but I have been single now for almost a year, and honestly, the idea of dating again is daunting to say the least. I’m getting older and my competition is getting younger. I’m a grown woman so I have standards and needs that younger ladies may not have, and overall, I just expect more from someone who wants to court me.Let’s be real though, most of us have been conditioned to just accept whatever bread crumbs these men give us, and I’m just not here for it. Why is it necessary for me to chase behind a grown man? The last time I checked I...

Please Don't Runaway, Little One It’s happened twice now. Once when she was four, and most recently when she was six. I’ll be completely honest with you, I took it very personally. It hurt my feelings and I felt a sadness in the core of my heart. In both instances, as I tried to understand her logic and point of view, I failed to remind my face that I was a strong person, and tears laced my cheeks like a warm, inviting blanket. She was so serious, too. She carefully, but messily packed her clothes into a suitcase. While she packed her favorite stuffy, she not-so-quietly whispered to Baabaa, her stuffed cow that she thought was a lamb half her life,...

As a busy mom, I put a lot of things before myself including my social circle. I feel as though my social life is always last. Everyone talks about how moms extend their arms for everyone else, but taking care of themselves is hard to come by. I understand that if I am not 100%, how can I be the best version of myself that I can be. Honestly, I thought I had my groove going, and I had a rock solid social life (some moms and some that are not) until I met the PTO moms, this past school year. Whew, that is a whole other breed of moms, in a good way. I just can't keep up...