The Time Has Come

It seems that life always has a way of making things right. As I sit here and type this blog the world around me is falling into place. A place that I can live with and live in like I could have never imagined. It seems that my plea for ME to come home was answered. She hasn’t quite moved back in yet but she comes to visit every so often, more frequently every time, and I like it. I missed her so much.

I’m not going to speak of things that could happen because I don’t want to jinx anything; however, I will tell you that I have applied to grad school and just have to send in the rest of my application materials.  Masters in Communication at three schools sounds promising. I hope I get into the one that I want although I don’t mind either way all three are good schools.

Life is a funny thing. Just when you think that things couldn’t get any worse somehow you find a way to keep trucking on. Whether that be by putting your faith in God, yourself, or just your knowledge that from the bottom you can only come up, we make it. We live to see another day a day much better then the last. I am thankful for all my days and am happy to have found myself despite not receiving the answers to my questions. If ever in doubt look within yourself and you can always find the answers to the questions you ask.

The time has come for me to graduate, from the old me to the new me. The me that has accepted the old me as if she never left and combined her with the old new me. The me that never cooked with the me that cooks not everyday but definietly more often then I used to. The me that hates driving with the me that still hates driving but knows it’s essentail to making life much easier. Yes the time has definitely come and I embrace it with open arms and await all that it has in store for me. A new me, a better me! Isn’t life grand?!

Where Am I?

I, somehow, have lost myself within myself. The person I used to be seems to no longer live inside of me. Somewhere between becoming the new me the mom me, I lost the old me the single me.

I miss her and I want her back, upgraded. Why can’t I be both? Why did I have to sacrifice one to become the other? Is this common? Do you ever find yourself again? Will I ever find the ME that I love again? The me that he fell in love with, the me that I’ve known for the past 25 years, the one that goes out with her friends, the one who is motivated, the me that actually likes to be around people (sometimes, we’re not going to get carried away)!

Where is she and how do I get her back? I miss her. Did I say that already?

I really really do. I just don’t understand. It was so sudden and so swift. Whoever came and stole her from me is good at their job. I didn’t even realize that she was missing until it was too late. She’s gone and I don’t know how to get her back. What do I have to do? Where do I start? Can I get help or do I have to find her all on my own? I need help, I’m lost, LITERALLY.

So this is my plea. ME if somehow someway you’re listening to me or reading this. Come back to me I love you and I want you to come home. I promise there is room for you too.

This is my plea, this is the beginning of my journey, my fight to find ME and I hope she’s listening.

Reflection

I found myself walking along a path, a path never travelled. Something in me tells me to stop and look to my left.  And there she was…..

Her, it was like I was looking for her my whole life. I didn’t understand it. How could I feel this way after seeing her and never know it. Know that I was looking for something that I just couldn’t find and I didn’t know why.

She was beautiful. So beautiful in fact that I couldn’t bring myself to pull my eyes away from her face and what would you know she was staring right back at me. Everything about her drew me in. Her eyes were a deep chocolate and they seemed to tantalize, her nose with its perfect symmetry to the rest of her face and her lips……well wow her lips. I found myself speechless.

I don’t know why I was so consumed by her aura but whatever it was, not to mention it seemed she was staring into my soul, made me wave. And oh God she waved back at that exact moment. It was like she could read my mind. But there was something about her that I couldn’t quite grasp…

She looked familiar…utterly familiar, like I’d seen her before in a previous life but where, how. Who was she? Why was she staring at me? And why did I feel such a strong connection to her?

I opened my mouth to speak and at that very moment so did she. This was getting weird.  As I finely found the strength to look away from her face I noticed we were dressed just alike but how could that be. No mirror in the world could have been so accurate.

This strange woman who had such a strong resemblance yet seemed so different. Could it be? One hand – one hand, one step – one step, a smile and a wave – a smile and a wave. (Gasps) No!!!! Could it really be?

She is ME!

What Women Want (in a man)!

Recently I was chatting with a friend online and I was explaining to him that I was getting back into blogging but am finding it a little hard because I have so many things that I want to write about that I don’t know what to write about. So I asked him what he thought would be a good topic to start with and he suggested ’what black women want from a man’. Now I thought to myself, ‘hmmm but I’ve covered something like this in a previous blog, not in detail but definitely a similar topic’; nevertheless, I’ve decided that it is definitely a topic worth covering again and possibly elaborating on. So by the request of bx4life2002 I’m bringing to you MY opinion of what a woman wants from a man black or otherwise; however, I’ve decided to eliminate the black aspect and just cover women period because I’m sure most of us want similar things regardless of race/ethnicity.

DISCLAIMER: PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT THE VIEWS/OPINIONS STATED IN THIS BLOG ARE MINE AND MINE ALONE BASED ON PERSONAL EXPERIENCES AND STORIES HEARD FROM THOSE I’VE CROSSED PATHS WITH, BE IT FRIENDS OR ASSOCIATES. THEY IN NO WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM ARE TO BE TAKEN AS ”A WHAT WOMEN WANT” BIBLE.

First and foremost I’m going to say that this is a hard yet somehow very easy topic to blog about. I say this because every woman is different so every woman’s wants/needs/desires vary with a few basic exceptions. Yet on the same token it is fairly easy because it is one that can be summed up in 5 sentences or less. That sentence is coming soon, lol, be patient. When I wrote about this topic the first time it received alot of gripes from men commenting on “women” they’ve dated. I can’t express clearly enough THE TITLE OF THE BLOG, “What WOMEN Want”. There are females all over the place but WOMEN are to often, it seems, a rare being. Now for those sentences: women want a MAN! In every sense of the word that is all a woman wants/needs. The question I always get in response is what is a man. If you are a man, a real man, you know what it is and there is no need for explanations beyond that sentence.

With all that being said, for those men that don’t know they are men or those boys that think they are men but really aren’t,I will talk a little about what a man is. A man takes care of home ALWAYS, regardless of what he does out in the street, because home is his 1st priority. A man is a provider, a lover, a confidant, and a protector all rolled in one. He wears the pants and he wears them proudly yet he has no problem lending them to his woman because he is secure in his manhood. A man takes care of his children no questions asked and will take care of yours if the situation calls for it. A man loves his woman unconditionally and expresses that love anytime, anywhere, and in front of anyone. A man isn’t afraid to cry, show emotion, or express his desire for love. He doesn’t shy away from affection and he knows that communication and compromise are the name of the game and end all and be all in any relationship. A man is secure with himself enough to understand that sometimes women are the breadwinner in a family but it doesn’t diminish his manhood nor his place as King of the Castle. A man has no problem being “domestic”, he will just as gladly get the kids ready for school, cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner, or clean the house as he would go to work for 10 hours a day. I think I’ve said enough about what a man is I’m sure people have other things to add but this is just a blog people lol and I still have to cover what women want from these men.

Now for the main course. Women want a man who is a companion in every sense of the word, not just someone who she is  in a relationship with but someone who is her best friend, someone she can talk to about any and everything, if she wanted to. Someone that she can rely on with no doubt in her mind at any hour of the night for any reason under the sun whether it’s just to comfort her after a hard day or to pick her up because her car broke down in wesbubbafudge. We as women, even independent women, want to know that at any time necessary we can let all guards down and rely solely on our man to be strong for us. We want someone who will listen when we talk and not always tune us out. He will not only listen to our goals and dreams but will support them and push us toward them. We want a man who knows/learns when to just let us be or when to push the subject. We want a man who understands that it’s the little things that count. And the last thing I’m going to say but definitely not the least is we want a man that can blow our minds in the bedroom or the kitchen or on the beach or the highway, where ever your mind and hormones take you, lol.

Well men I think between my opinion of what a man is and what women want I’ve pretty much covered not all but a lot of the basic things that we look for. Anything else, as I stayed above, is subject to the woman you’re dating. Women if I’ve left anything out please leave a comment. Men as well, I would like to hear your feedback. 

Until next time friends, family, strangers, tweeple,…etc. I hope you enjoy and I hope you join me for my next blog titled “Dads Are Parents Too, Where’s Their Justice?”

Getting Back Into the Groove of Things

Hello people my name is Ms. K and I’ve been MIA from the blogging scene for quite some time now but I’m back and I hope you will accept me as if I’ve never left. There are a few things that I would like to get off my chest and put out there as I rebegin the journey of my life; however, this time around it’s not all about me but about me AND my gorgeous son. 

With that said I would like to start off by thanking a very important and prominent person in my life for requesting the restartup of my blog. Being a new mom I am still walking the fine line of spending all of my “free” time sleeping and/or getting used to being a new mom. I’ve found that I’ve been lost within myself, if that makes any sense to you. I know what I want to do and I know how to get it done or at least where to start yet I’m lacking the motivation to do it. I literally have done nothing but take care of my son for the past 7 weeks. Don’t get me wrong, that is no small feat especially for any mom, like myself, who is strictly breastfeeding b/c that means for the first 5-6 weeks no one can feed your baby, whom eats every 2-3 hours, but you. I wonder if losing apart of yourself within yourself is something that alot of new moms can relate to. Moms your thoughts?

So this is me attempting to break the stupor that I’ve been in for the past 7 weeks. There is so much on the agenda in my head that needs to get done that I literally don’t know where to start or maybe I do considering that I’ve decided to start here. A couple things on my agenda are starting my business and going back to work part time as I am not quite ready to start working full time yet. I’m not ready to be away from my son for 40+ hours a week for the sole purpose of making money. I can’t help but think about when I may be that comfortable and when I will be ready to go back to work; I know I have it in me and I know we need to provide for him the things that he needs to become a confident, knowledgeable, and educated man. Ironically all of this comes on the brink of me deciding whether going to grad school in the States or going to grad school in Ireland would be a better choice. This is a battle that I’ve been fighting with for quite some time now.

Well I’m not going to overdo it. I think I did pretty good for being out of the loop for over a year. I really need to get back to school I’m starting to feel a little slow. Please feel free to comment on any part of my blog that you think relates to you, your situation, or a situation you know of.

PUBLIC AFFECTION: How Much Is TO Much?

Public displays of affection: to be or not to be, to watch or not to watch, THAT is the question!

If you are someone, like myself, who is in the I’m Not Affection “cliquethen the answer to that question is NOT. However, you may ride the fence, eventhough I am always told that you can’t, and decide that it’s not your thing but what the hell “I’ll watch, I don’t mind a ‘lil amateur porn.”

It seems that in a day and age where the majority of people meet their “soul mates” in untraditional places: such as on dating websites, Myspace, chat rooms…etc., that public displays of affection would take a backseat to casual conversation. This, however, has not happened. More and more people are groping, fondling, slobbing down, and doing everything under the sun, but having sex outside, to their significant other (or a stranger for that matter lol). Being from the city, I see a lot of this on the subways, at the bars, or just standing at the light. My question is what makes you think that it’s okay to do that and why do you think the rest of the world wants to see it?

I have never been an affectionate person and probably never will be, especially not for the whole world to see. Now don’t get me wrong, I am not saying that there is anything wrong with a subtle gesture of affection to the object of your affections but why would you want to show everybody passing by or standing around what being with you is like? Like a good friend always tells me, “Everything in moderation.”

I’ve also noticed high school aged kids getting in on the action, hell they might be MOST of the action, and this goes for the gay and straight ones. They are on the subways groping and tonguing each other down like they are in private bedrooms with the windows painted black. I wonder what their parents would say if they seen the way their kids behave in public. I mean just because you’re f*cking doesn’t mean you have to let EVERYBODY KNOW you’re f*cking. And if you’re not why would you want to give out the impression that you are? Old adage time: There is a TIME and a PLACE for everything? The subway cart, bar, nor corner IS one of them.NOTE: If you don’t take anything else away from today’s blog posting LEARN, LIVE, and LOVE by that phrase.

 

So to my readers I guess that leaves these questions for you to respond to: How much is to much for you? When, where, and what is appropriate? And does watching someone “neck” while you’re trying to read your book, drink your coffee, or watch a movie gross you out?

The Rescuing Hug

I received an email from a dear friend, the other day, with an article in it regarding a set of twins,The article details the first week of their life. The larger of the two was born at 2.3 pds and the smaller one just 2 pds. Being born 12 weeks ahead of time they were placed in separate incubators, as is standard hospital practice, however; while one flourished towards becoming a healthy baby girl the other’s health deteriorated and the possibility of her leaving this earth became very likely.

The nurse on duty did all she could to nurse the girl back to health but to no avail. As a last resort, she asked the parents if it was ok for her to put them in the same incubator b.c it was all that she could think to do. I mean it couldn’t hurt, right? Low and behold, it worked, no sooner than the incubator door closed Brielle (sick) snuggled up to Kyrie (healthier). As soon as she was close to her sister she calmed right down and her blood-oxygen readings were the best that they had been since her birth. Kyrie wrapped her arm around her sister as they dozed off. The twins thrived in the same incubator and went home sooner then expected.

This is a great story about the bond between siblings which I, personally, know nothing about because I am the only child from my mom and my dad’s son is only 8. For one, we are to far apart in age and two it seems like the bond is harder to form when you don’t live in the same house, especially considering the age difference. So I guess my question is can the bond between two siblings be that strong and at one point does it decrease or cease to exist?

Family plays a very important part in the lives of a lot of people, my family included. So in a day and age when having multiple (anything over 3) kids is frowned upon how do you decided whether or not you want to give your kids the opportunity to have such a bond? And with the economy the way that it is right now, how can you afford it? This is definitely not the best time to be from a big immediate family that has only one source of income. But at the end of the day there are still a lot of people having 4 and 5 kids and they are making it through so, I guess to each it’s own.

Personally, coming from a big family it makes me want to have one of my own. The four or five kids is definitely something I see in my future, God willing. My grandmother has 10 kids but most of her kids only have 1. Still, having a lot of cousins makes for fun during the holidays and a lot of celebrating throughout the year. I LOVE coming from a big family and I wouldn’t change that for the world.

‘Til next time….XOXOXO!!!!!!!