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911

Have you ever been stuck in traffic and all of a sudden hear emergency vehicles out of nowhere? Lights in your rear view and sirens screeching through the air all at once. Your first instinct is always to get the hell out of the way. I’ve always thought to myself…Where ever their going, I sure hope they get there in time. Reality is, I know that isn’t always the case and sometimes it’s too late.


I remember that day like it was yesterday. I decided to meet up with my girlfriend from high school and we took our kids to an indoor bounce house for a play date. Bentley was almost 3 at the time. I’ve always been that mom that never let her child do anything because she was afraid something bad would happen. My son is the most precious thing to me and as his mother, it’s my job to protect him at all cost. I can admit though- sometimes I take it overboard.


The indoor bounce house was designed for children of all ages. Talk about a germ fest….ughhhh. I watched Bentley bounce up and down with h…
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My Body

I remember being in the fifth grade and being bigger than many of the kids in class.Ever since I could remember I was always the chubby one. I was always the one who had to sit in the front seat if there were five of us going somewhere like dude wtf. I never felt like I had an unhealthy relationship with food. At times I would over eat when I was bored or stressed but didn't really think much of it. I was doing what everyone did at some point or another right? 
Once I hit puberty things were growing like wild fire and I couldn’t understand why me. I found myself my senior year of high school going under the knife for a breast reduction while everyone else was shopping for cute Sadie Hawkins dresses. I remember feeling happy yet sad it was finally done. I wasn’t in any pain for once in my life after healing and I could finally do normal things again like play tennis. However, I thought to myself, what is it that I have to offer now? I had always felt like my chest were a big part of…

Training

Hey boo! It’s officially one week into the new year and so far, things are off to a great start. As I mentioned in my last blog, I made one of the biggest decisions ever and changed career fields. The transition has been pretty smooth. The people I work with are nice and I’m excited to really get into my groove and blow this thing out the water. One day at a time.
Starting over is never an easy thing to do to say the least but at least in this aspect I’ve got people supporting me. With my new job I have a trainer and I’ve read so much literature on the position, frequently asked questions and how to navigate through a few different software. I’d say their setting me up for success but it’s only so much they can train me on. When I interviewed people in the past for positions I didn’t care how smart they were on paper, if they got in front of me and was a complete dud, their resume was out! You can train the job but, you can’t train personality and I’m sure that’s what landed me this p…

That's a Wrap!

It’s the last day of the year and as I sit here snuggled up on my couch getting my Carrie Bradshaw on, I begin to reflect on my 2018 journey. I’m super proud of myself and the lessons I’ve learned. Life is tough. There’s no way to sugar coat it but I know without a doubt I’m a lot tougher. This year has brought many tears, laughs, and blessings. I’m extremely grateful.
I began 2018 ending a relationship but, what I gained in returned was priceless. I’m not perfect by any means. Each day I add a little more tax to my value. Everyone isn’t fit to go to the next level with you and that was one of the hardest lessons to get through. That relationship hit a dead end and because of that I began focusing more on myself which I neglected to do while I was in it. That glow up was something real. I got myself back into church and therapy. I began living for me.
I gave birth to my second baby “Blogging With Breezy.” It was a vision I’d had for so long but too afraid to start. When the Lord says …

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas everyone! Love is definitely in air. The smile on my sons face this morning sure did make my entire day. I hope everyone got what they wanted this holiday season but is also reminded of the real reason for the season.
Last night before bed, my son stated he was sad. My heart fluttered a little as I asked why. He then vocalized how he was sad because he wasn't able to get me anything to for Christmas. I then told him that it wasn't gifts that made me happy. It's being loved, seeing his smiling face, being his mother, being around family and friends, and just being able to provide for him the way I have this year. He then gave me the biggest kiss and we said our good-nights.
My son knows who Santa really is and we celebrate the birth of Jesus while focusing on the spirit of Christmas overall. The gifts are just extra! My parents did an amazing job making sure that both my son and I had an amazing day. I appreciate the fact that they see my struggle and try t…

Tis The Season

Christmas is probably my absolute most favorite time of year. There’s just something about the brisk air, assorted lights, music, and closeness of family and friends. My son and I really enjoy going to my parents’ house to decorate the tree, eat Lebanese desserts and laying around in our pajamas all day. I’ve always said, “the whole world changes at Christmas.”
With that being said, it can also be a very depressing time for some who aren’t as blessed as we are. It’s during these times we have to remember that some people out here are facing major battles. Some are lonely with cold aching hearts. Some have allowed the season to be all about finances and the material possessions they don’t have – causing them to slip into a sunken depression.
It’s also during this time that families decide to bicker with one another and act bat shit crazy. Family will always be family and no one has the ability to pick and choose who they’re related to. Sometimes you have to let things go! People will be…

How I Began Blogging

They say the hardest part about doing anything is getting started. Imagine where you’d be if you just got started on that project you’ve been wanting to do around the house. If you started that diet you were supposed to start at the beginning of the year or enrolled in that class you’ve been wanting to take. Most times the only thing stopping you is you yourself. Get out of your own way and make room for your blessings. I had to give myself this same pep talk when I decided I wanted to begin blogging.
Ever since I could remember, I’ve always loved to write. I was the kid in high school who got excited about research papers and faked sick when it was time for a math test 😊 I’ve always known I was someone who had a lot to say and whenever I opened my mouth, I had peoples undivided attention. The same went for my writing. People have always told me “you’re really good with words.” One day it just hit me. As I was leaving work, my eyes caught the names on the front door of the dental off…

I Love You

Darkness sure falls early these days. I swear there isn’t enough hours in a day. As I tuck my son into bed, we say our prayers and kiss each other goodnight. The refreshing smell of shower gel lingers on his skin and reminds me in that split second that he’s still my baby no matter how old he gets. I inhale as I press my cheek against his and exhale all the days worries away. As I turn around to head for my room, I hear his innocent voice shout “I love you.” I smile, the way I always do with him and respond - “I love you more.” The projection and authority in his statement lets me know without a doubt that he means every word.
As I climb into bed, I feel a little emotional and my mind starts to wonder. This week has been one for the books to say the least. I begin to think about past relationships and how I felt when I heard the words I love you from previous partners. Thinking back, I never felt moved when hearing it. Like the words uttered from their lips went in one ear and out the…

Mom, Mommy, Mama!

Mom” is the title I wear with the most pride. As a single mother I’d have to say, my son is the most important thing to me. God chose me specifically to be his mother and for that I’m extremely grateful. As his mother it’s my duty to be his protector, chef, teacher, best friend and so much more. I couldn’t imagine anyone else doing things for him that I should be doing as his parent.
I remember when I found out I was pregnant. My heart dropped. There I was barely able to take care of myself and about to become a mother. When I looked in my sons eyes for the first time, I made him a vow that through blood, sweat and tears I’d do my best by him. I’m the one that caters to him when he’s sick, I’m there for every performance, every game, every tear and every smile. At times I have to tell my friends no because I’m a mother first. There’s times when I sacrifice my own happiness, time, funds and needs because he comes before anything else.
Some mothers have yet to grasp that concept. They’d…

The Last Single Girl

With yesterday being Thanksgiving, it was filled with lots of love and laughs from the people I love the most. I’ve often said that at times, I look at my family members and think to myself…Man, everyone has a significant other and I have Bentley. There’s been moments when I found myself thinking what or who I’ll become once my son gets out of the house and I’m all by myself. Will I have some great book deal by then that’ll keep my mind occupied or will I be lonely with ten cats lounging on my sofa? The thought is pretty frightening.

As I sat around talking with family and friends yesterday, the dating topic surfaced. I listened as a friend discussed how many options she had in potential partners. The first thing that came to mind was that I barely get a text back from potential partners in my life. I listened to my uncle discuss earlier that day how he’d been married more than twice over the years and there I was hoping to hold a conversation with someone who could keep my interest f…

I Never Received A Handbook

In the world of motherhood there’s a constant internal battle. Did I do that right? Should I have said that? Should I let him do that? All those questions pop in my head at least two hundred times a day. Some days I feel like the world’s greatest mother. Other days I feel like a complete failure. When I gave birth to my son, I never received a handbook on all the right and wrong way to do things so in all honesty, I’m learning as I go. I look at some mothers and think to myself…man she has it all together. I look at others and I know darn well I’m not as bad as they are. If I did receive a handbook on parenting, I’m not sure I’d trust the information inside. How could someone else tell me what works for my Benny boo? At the end of the day, we’re both patient with each other which is all I could ask for. He came to me the other day and expressed how he wanted me to give him warnings before I raised my voice at him. I admired his courage and felt like a piece of crap all at once. Fight…

Guilty As Charged

I can hear my alarm going off. I jump up and instantly almost fall to the floor. I have no clue why my right foot locks on me sometimes. Anyway, I’m anticipating heading into work today because It always seems as if we never have enough staff to cover the schedule. I already foresee me running around like a chicken with my head cut off today but hey, I’ll have to make the best of it. The time usually files once I start cracking jokes with my coworkers.
My first patient this morning is a two-year-old. This can go well or to hell in a hand basket in a matter of five seconds. I walk in the room with my big bright smile and sit on the green chair next to my patient. I acknowledge the parent and begin making small talk to get everyone comfortable. I place my hand out for my patient to give me a high five and to make a promise that he’s going to be a big boy for me while I clean his teeth. He smiles and nods his head yes and if he’d been speaking the English language for at least five years…

Whip It Baby

When was the last time you were in public and saw a bad ass little kid misbehaving?  When I see this happening, the first thing that comes to mind is “Oh no, he/she needs a beating!” If little Johnny can’t act right, all he need is one week at Breezy’s house and he’ll be fine. My son is 7 and he has his 7-year-old moments at times but, the one thing I can say is that he’s well behaved for the most part. His god-mother tells me all the time how she enjoys his company because he’s never a problem. My son and I have an understanding and with the way I was raised, I’ve made it my personal decision not to spank my child as a form of discipline.

For starters these are MY VIEWS AND I’M NOT TELLING ANYONE HOW TO RAISE THEIR CHILD. If you feel little Johnny is bad, then you spank his behind if you feel that will work for the both of you. As a child, my mother never spanked me. All my spankings came from my biological father and my aunt. Me personally, I believe that children become accustomed t…

Step Outside Your Comfort Zone

I told myself at the beginning of the year I'd make more time for myself. I wouldn’t say that I’ve completely mastered this just yet but hey I’m trying. I often look at other mothers my age usually through dreaded social media and wonder how in the heck they live the way they do. Vacations here, shopping there, new this, new that etc.  Before you even say it…I already know  people only post on social media what they want the world to know. I’ve sat down and thought to myself like ummm sis, what are you doing wrong?
I’d love nothing more than to take a trip to Jamaica. That’s always been my dream vacation spot. When I look at the bank account it says boo drive down to Folly Beach and let your wig blow in the wind. I’d one day like to take my son to Disney. I know people that's gone like 3-4 times already at his age! Reality is, we have a better chance getting to Disney then me spending money on myself to get to Jamaica.
I could make up a thousand reasons why now isn’t the rig…