My baby’s not a baby anymore….

Good morning all. I know its been awhile since I’ve posted here. Life tends to get pretty busy as the holidays approach. As many of you might know, Halloween is my favorite and this year my family and I did it up big since we finally bought our first house!! (You can check out all of my pics on my Facebook page).

And now Thanksgiving and Christmas are upon us. It’s going to be pretty crazy.

But before those much loved holidays, there is another important day I celebrate every year. November 11th.

Yes, it is Veteran’s Day. A great day to give thanks and show respect to those that have fought, do fight, and will fight for our freedoms. But it is special to me for another reason.

13 years ago, on this day, November 11, 2004, my son James was born. He was a gorgeous baby and has grown up into a handsome young man.

From a shy, quiet little boy into a outgoing, fun loving teenager, the years have passed much too quickly.

I don’t want to embarrass him too much but I love him more every day.

HAPPY 13TH BIRTHDAY JAMES!

I Wasn’t Ready For This…

Hi everybody. Well, today is a big day. It’s my little girl’s birthday. I guess she’s not little anymore though because today at 2:09 p.m., she will turn 13. Even as I type this, I want to cry. Don’t get me wrong. I am so happy that she’s grown into a beautiful young lady. I know how lucky I am that she is healthy because there are so many others that aren’t. And even more that don’t make it to see their teenage years. So I am very grateful. And proud. 

I am so proud of her. She has been through a lot. The divorce of her father and myself, my remarriage, gaining a step father and step sister, switching schools, and coping with dyslexia. But through it all, she has been trying to be strong and move forward. And it has not been easy. But she’s keeping her head held high. 

I worked a lot when she was a baby and as a toddler and even though I was home every night, I feel like I missed out on so many things. Things and times that I can’t get back. But on the other hand, I was there for several wonderful moments that I will carry with me forever. 

Like when I came home from work and she would run to me and give me the biggest hug that her little arms could make. Or when she would wait all day to watch her favorite movie at the time, Peter Pan (the 2003 film), until I came in the door and we watched it at least 3 times a day for like 3 months straight.  And of course, there was story time, hearing her first word, bath time, watching her learn to walk, and teaching her to ride a bike. 

There were a lot of great times and even better memories. But even so, I am not ready for this. I am not ready for her to be, dare I say it, a *gulp* teenager…

She rolls her eyes and simply groans, “Mom…..” every time I get emotional about her continual advance in age. But I can’t help it. She’s my little girl. My first born. My monkey. And I can’t help but get teary eyed every time I think about how much she’s grown, every time I look at her baby pictures, or watch the hours and hours of videos that I have taken of her over the years. 

Maybe I’m just being crazy or silly but I’m sure I’m not the only parent to feel this way right? I’m not the only parent that wonders how in the world their baby got to be in their teens almost over night. How did my little girl go from this  

    
    
 
  to this so fast?  

   
I don’t know how it happened and I am so NOT ready for this but no matter what or how old she gets, she will always be my little girl. Happy birthday. I love you Hailey Grace. 

Rent This Today

Hello all. Last night I watched a movie called Black or White. You may have heard of it especially if you are a Kevin Costner fan. This is a wonderful movie that proves that to some, a person’s race doesn’t matter. Black or white, it’s what’s on the inside that matters. Here’s a summary:

Elliot Anderson (played by Kevin Costner) has already lost his daughter when she was giving birth to her daughter, Eloise. The fact that the baby’s father is black does not matter to him or his wife. That little girl is their grand baby. Plain and simple. The father however is a crack addict that could care less about his gurkfriend’s death, let alone the birth of his daughter. Together Elliot and his wife raise Eloise until she is 7 years old when tragedy strikes Elliot’s life once more when his wife is killed in a car accident. Suddenly Elliot is left to care for a 7 year old girl while trying to hold his grief in check. He has been drinking nonstop since his daughter died and now with his wife gone, it has only gotten worse. 

Now in steps Rowena (played by Octavia Spencer-u may know her from the movie The Help as the s**t pie maker-another great movie to check out by the way). Rowena is the other grandmother of Elolise. Since Elliot’s wife is gone, she wants custody of Eloise. Wants her to be around the “dark” side of the family. Elliot is not about to lose a third female in his life so starts a custody trial. 

During the course of this, Eloise’s father, Reggie, comes back around and  Elliot, despite his knowledge of the lowlife Reggie, tries to connect his granddaughter with her father. But Reggie is still on a crash course with drugs. A path that his sister, Rowena, refuses to see. 

Rowena’s case is loosely built on the opinion that Elliot has a problem with black people when in fact, it is just Reggie because of his actions. Right before the day the decision about custody, Reggie comes to get money from Elliot. $50,000 and he will go away forever. A fight ensues and Elliot nearly drowns while Reggie goes up to his sleeping daughter’s room. He finds photos of Elliot’s daughter on the wall and a drawing Eloise has made that brings him to tears. Running outside, Reggie sees Elliot in the pool and saves his life. 

At the trial, things drastically change. Reggie decides to get help, Rowena decides to leave Eloise with Elliot, and Elliot decides to get help with his drinking.  Eloise is to stay with Rowena for a few weeks while Elliot learns how to “breathe” again but not before Rowena gives him a big hug. 

With all of the horrible things going on about racism and hate and killing, it was nice to see a movie that reminds you that no matter what, black or white, people are just people. There are good and bad in every race. And I just think, what if we could just look beyond the color of other’s skin and saw each other for what they are-people with hopes and dreams just like us? What if we could just see people as people and not as black or white? It’s nice to know that some of us do. That means there is still hope for everyone else.