Crowns Galore

Last night I got a call that shook me. It was a call to inform me that a cousin of mine was found dead in an abandoned home. I kind of went numb but still knew to call my Granny and Mom to make sure they knew. With all the deaths I've experienced over the past couple of years my heart is so fragile. I'm just recently getting to the place where I'm not scared to answer the phone.  I thank God for keeping me through all that I've been through. I thank God for a husband he is my back bone and apart of my awesome support system. I further thank God that on this morning I received a message to let me know that it was not my cousin and I thank God that it was not but I also feel for the family of the son, brother, husband or cousin who was found in that home.  Life is unexpected and with a new year coming in tonight we should reevaluate our priorities. This is a reevaluation that we should do consistently throughout the year but if we haven't it's not too late to do s

This, unfortunately, is the season of colds, viruses, asthma flare ups, and just plain ole sick for mostly everyone and worst for our little ones. Even when you think you've done all that you can to protect your babies and yourself from the horrible bug of sickness someone in your household brings home the one sneeze or cough that releases the germ into your fortress of what you thought was solitude from the dreaded cold; inevitable for those of us with little ones. They leave home to go to school, day care, play dates, grandmas or wherever feeling great and free from infection ( Coming to America reference I literally just laughed out loud, told you all I was corny) and they return with germs that invade your territory. It almost makes you want to snatch their clothes off at the door throw them in the tub and then disinfect everything that could have possibly been contaminated.  For two years one of our boys was in the hospital for at least a week in December around his birthday b

Ok, so we do not believe in the Easter Bunny, or the Tooth Fairy or Santa Claus and we teach our children that these tales do not exist. Since this is the Christmas season I will just talk about Dear ole' St. Nick. All of our boys know that Santa Claus is not real. We chose at the time they asked to just tell them truth and not hold up a charade, that was our choice. We explained to them the story about a man named Nicholas who was called a saint because he would leave candy and trinkets in the stockings left outside of the doors of the poor families with children. It gave the family's joy and hope when the children awoke to receive their gifts from dear ole St. Nick. As the years went on and time passed they, whoever they are, added to the story and turned him into some mystical being with a sleigh and reindeers who travels the world giving gifts by sliding down folk's chimneys. And some parents have adopted the story and allowed their children to believe it. Me, personall

Hubby was home with the boys while I was out at a beautiful event the other day. After the ceremony, I sat down to eat at the reception with a couple others when I was asked, "Is your husband babysitting the boys?" Uummmm, no ma'am he's home with his children.  A father being home with his children while mom is away is not babysitting. Those are his children that he has a duty to take care of. When mom is home with the children is she then babysitting? No she's home with her children so why then are fathers reduced to babysitters when they are spending quality time alone with their children. Has our society gotten so far away from men in general being able to be there for their children. Let's not go into black men being present in their children's lives, pulling the race card takes it to a whole other dimension. Give our men credit when and where it's due. When they are home with their children they are simply being the other parent. They are being a