Tonight is a song rather than a story.
Don’t tuck yourself in just yet.
Just in case you decide to dance.
Night night punkin
Tonight is a song rather than a story.
Don’t tuck yourself in just yet.
Just in case you decide to dance.
Night night punkin
I met the person you call grandmama when I was in the womb. She was momma, mom, or mother to me. She’s the reason I parent the way I do. She’s the reason I attended and graduated from Tech. She selected the school.
She began her mom life at 18. She had not graduated from high school yet when she got pregnant and soon after married. In those days, girls could not attend school if they were pregnant or married.
I suggest watching On the Basis of Sex. It’s the story of Ruth Bader Ginsburg. I think it’s on Hulu.
There are so many parts of her life that I don’t know. I don’t know where she attended school while she was pregnant. The schools in Dallas were segregated so if there was one for pregnant girls, she would not have been legally allowed to attend. I’ll have I ask Aunt Carolyn.
What’s my story for you?
My story is more of encouragement. You stand on the shoulders of some amazing women. It was not that many generations ago that it was illegal for our ancestors to read and write. The school that I graduated from and the one you currently attend became integrated in 1961.
Grandmama would have been proud of you. Your picture and accomplishments would have been posted all over her social media. As her only grand baby girl, she found a kindred spirit in you. Your love for reading was passed down from her.
You can do all things through Christ who strengthens you.
You are the daughter of Alicia who is the daughter of Bonita, who was the daughter of Johnnie D, the daughter of Lola, the daughter of Lillie. You are truly heaven sent, my melody from heaven.
Night night punkin. Sleep well
Once upon at times there was this super fly chick who apparently had it going on. She was in her early 20’s, working two jobs, roommates with a really good friend and living her best single life.
She was the recipient of two previous proposals of marriage. One she said yes to but later realized it just would not work. The other she laughed off because they were not on the same page about education. When someone doesn’t value something important to you, keep moving.
This one was different. It was more of a pre proposal negotiation.
The two of them had known each other for years. They met through her brothers as children. They attended the same high school. They had many of the same friends. They were always friends but never had a romantic interest.
After they both graduated from college, they found themselves running into each other more often. There was still no attraction. Honestly, she liked on of his friends.
One day he dropped by the townhouse she shared with her roommate. They hung out for a while then as he was leaving he made a proposal. Let’s get married if we are both single at 30. She smiled as she pondered this request. It wasn’t a bad idea.
They had known each other forever. They had great relationships with each other’s family. She asked one question that would determine if this was a viable option. How do you feel about your wife staying home after having a baby? This was something she wanted as an option. She didn’t want it forced on her like the first proposer would have. She wanted to know that she had a choice.
He responded, that’s fine. Her heart beat quickened. Maybe… Then he said, I don’t mind if she doesn’t work for the six weeks of recovery. Her heart sank. She went on to explain why that option was important to her. He explained his vision of a dual income family. They hugged as he left and still remained friends.
Legend has it that she’s still fly and still has it going on.
Night night punkin
I could write a whole book on how events in my my childhood affect who I am as an adult and the decisions I make as a mom of four. My mother raised three children as a true single mom. There was not a dad around. It was just her. She made all the decisions and her decision was final.
Fast forward to today. I decided to have more of a democracy. Every family member is equal and has a say in all major and minor decisions. We recently took a trip to Maryland over the Christmas holiday. I asked everybody if they wanted to go. If one person had said no then we would have stayed home. We literally had a conversation about putting up Christmas decorations and specifically a tree. I could care less about a tree. They don’t like taking down decorations. We scaled it way back and with a compromise we put a metal tree with lights that’s meant for the yard up in the house. Don’t judge us. It worked. I have the final vote on major things like buying the house we are in now. Everybody went with me to look for houses. My daughter, Melody, wanted one house and even through a mild fit. I told her she could not see what I could see. I was not only buying a house but a neighborhood and a way of life. Living on a cul-de-sac three house from the neighborhood pool proved to be a great choice and worth less square footage.
All of that to say, anybody can call and conduct a family meeting in our house. Josiah had requested to hold one to discuss his new guidelines surrounding waking everybody up in the mornings. Now Josiah is the third child. He is a typical attention seeking, vivacious, charismatic middle child who also likes being punctual. His school bus arrives at 7:40 so he has the alarm set for 6 am.
He had taken on the responsibility of waking everybody up if they were sleeping too late. He’s done a fantastic job at this self appointed duty. He has helped his siblings, especially his sister and younger brother, make it to the bus just before it stopped and opened the doors. He has even saved the day by finding neighbors willing to give them rides when it seemed they would not make it on time. After a year and a half of this daily activity he resigned from the self appointed position because of the stress. He did not provide any notice. It was effective immediately.
After a couple of days he realized how much they had grown to depend on him to get out of the house. He was sympathetic to their plight. During the meeting he said they would each get one free wake up per month. Unfortunately Shawn had already used his. He also told them the unused ones would accumulate from month to month. There was much discussion and shouts of outrage an insult or two and threats of bodily harm. At some point I heard, “objection!” and somebody yelled “order in the court!” It may have been the same person. For some reason the oldest gets unlimited wake up calls because he has a car. That created another uproar among the other two. But it was a good strategic move. Stay on the good side of the person with the car.
In case you’re wondering why the oldest doesn’t take everybody to school on a daily basis, it’s because he has late arrival. He will take them if they have activities in the morning.
I truly feel like I’m helping them find their voices at an early age and most of all realize they are an important part of this family and I value their input and points of view. They might decide there was way too much discussion and not allow their children to have any input. I won’t be offended. Everybody has to walk their own path according to the influences in their lives.
Be well,
Alicia
I’ve known her for a long time
No matter how much I try
I don’t like her
When I see her walk in a room
I cringe; I frown
“Did you really wear that today?”
“Look at your hair.”
Everybody seems to like her
She smiles with her eyes
She lives a carefree life
I’m jealous
Her life reminds me of my pain
Her dreams are ones I never dared dream
Her friendships are deeper
The way she loves is meaningful
I’m worthless
I never had the opportunities
I was afraid to believe
I picked my path
When I see her I don’t see me
I wanted to be a wife
I would like to live her life
I’m hurting
I refuse to hug her
Not one word of praise
If I loved her she might think she’s better than me
I’m withdrawn
Everything I’m not is in her
Places I would like to go she’s been
I will not acknowledge her accomplishments
I will point out her flaws
If I can make her doubt
I’ll feel better
“Your children are high maintenance”
“How dare you breastfeed your child in my presence?”
I will neglect her
I will not protect her
I’m helpless
I didn’t have a protector
Nobody loved me
I refuse to love her
I’m lost
“You act like your father and he was nothing.”
When I see her
When I hear her
When I think of her
I’m left wanting
She calls me a name
The one that cuts me deep
It’s a constant reminder
I glare at her as she begins to speak
“Mom…”
Their first date found her falling asleep on his sofa as he held her hand while laying on the floor.
Their last date, decades and a life time of experiences later, consisted of him holding her had as she took her last breath.
This is Random Chic.
She may not have been born by the river but she’s cried a river of tears.
She didn’t create laughter but she loves it like its her own.
She did not give birth to love but she unconditionally loves the four she gave birth to.
She is who she is today but not who she was yesterday.
(It’s not G like most of my postings. There is one word)
I hope you enjoy.