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Bassinets for two please


It’s during the night, I look at the empty space on the side of my bed, now filled with two bassinets and think about the two lives that will occupy them in the next month or so. It’s an unreal feeling to know I will be a parent again. I for so long saw and could only see me and my daughter. I mean almost 10 year later I’m starting over, and with twins no less.

But more than unreal I’m starting to get butterflies, which is pretty darn hard with two babies in my stomach. Every time I see an ultrasound I wonder how do they manage in there, but it’s all just a miracle.

I’ve had to step outside myself and step into a new me to take on this huge responsibility. I know that I have to put them first, whatever selfish parts I had left has gone to them. Now, I’m not perfect, and I have plenty of worry and stress. It’s not easy having to handle this situation on my own, but I have done my best to keep myself together and maintain my household with the child I already have.

So as I look at my babies bassinets, I care nothing more to be here for them, to care for there needs and to hold them when they cry. It’s going to be a total experience around here, new life, new hopes, new possibilities, new noises, new smells (eww)  will lay in those bassinets.

Am I ready for the new adventure? Hell yes, why not! Lots of people are caught up in the adventure of careers and making society happy, but I’m caught up in this adventure called life. I will not let this opportunity slip me by, because there is nothing more rewarding, nothing more worthy, nothing more gracious in Gods eye’s then the making of family.

Life is nothing without people in it and to know life you must not only give yourself to the making of it, but you must be present in the rearing of it (life).

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The Help aint me, could have never done it, my Mouth is to unruley ) ) )


Cover of "The Help"

Cover of The Help

I was watching TV the other day, saw this new movie coming out called The Help. I found out it was first a book written by Kathryn Stockett depicting the 1960’s and black maids and there white employers. Just from the one trailer I saw on TV, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on a copy of the book. As I know and many readers know, the book is always better than the movie. It’s the original thought before the subtractions and exciting improves.

So, I’m reading the book and can hardly put it down long enough to write this entry on how good it is thus far. Now for me it takes a certain kind of book that can pursued me to stay in it all day and night until I am finished. The Help is that book. The characters are realistically sound. The way the author tells each persons side threw them, shows a life in the sixties that if I was there they would throw me back to the 80’s where I came from.

Disease carrying, separate bathroom shitting, floor wiping, dish washing, clothes hanging, child rearing, good cooking, silver polishing, shirt ironing, blanket folding, party catering, bus riding, hush your mouth or your fired, black ass having, under paid maid. And the list goes on. What a world! The book is filled with indifference, understanding and kitchen gossip. Love it!

I can only relate to these maids, servants, house prostitutes (in a kind way) in the face of being strong, a superwoman, a jack of all trades. I wonder how they put up with the nonsense, the indescribable insensitivity, the overly arrogant display of ignorance. The book portrays black women as the strong silent type. Keeping their mouths quiet in the face of all that is unholy, so they may eat, live, survive!

I couldn’t even fathom being in that time period. I’m a truth teller, word smith wheeler and dealer, and for someone to take that away from me, would be a crime. But the strength to continue and live in such a humiliating disposition, I understand things a bit better. I guess that’s why my grandmother moved west. I’ve never had the pleasure of such a contradiction of life, but I have run into foolish people with foolish thoughts, and it didn’t take me but a second to snap on that ignorance.

The book is a real good outlook on the turmoil of a black women in the south being a white persons “maid”. A testimony of the strength one has in an obstacle of a consensus way of thinking. I’m enjoying every book turning moment…Can you dig it!

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Men are from Mars…really!


Remembering Our Differences

Without the awareness that we are supposed to be different, men and women are at odds with each other. We usually become angry or frustrated with the opposite sex because we have forgotten this important truth. We expect the opposite sex to be more like ourselves. We desire them to “want what we want” and “feel the way we feel.” ” (Gray, 2001)

Now I bring this up because it seems no matter the calmness, the coolness that is collected on either end someone is angry or frustrated. I can’t tell you how many times I thought the situation was cool and out of the closet came this mystery of anger. I be like “Damn!”

When I was a girl I had my life planned out as I’m sure a lot of us did. I was going to be a business woman and since I would be so busy building my emperor I wouldn’t have time for a man or kids. But I was smart enough to know that I would probably want kids (because I’m a woman) so I figured I would start about 30, and I wouldn’t have a man I would just go to a fertility clinic. So at about age 10 I had it all worked out.

Then at about age 22 that was all shot to hell when my daughter arrived… Long story short I knew it would be a battle for me and whom ever I’d end up with, cause I’m a leader not a follower, I have a common sense attitude.  If you don’t have common sense then I don’t want to deal with you.

Being with a man makes that very difficult. Cause they just plainly do shit that make no sense what so ever. So as I learn how to better understand a man and his way of thinking. I am reminded of the relationship class I took in college. We had to read and discuss Men Are From Mars, Women Are from Venus. Now I haven’t retained that much, but I grab the book every time I need to give my man an excuse for being an ass.

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