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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…
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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…

Boiling Water

There’s been plenty of times I’ve found myself cooking after a long day of work when I’d rather just order some take out. It always seems like when I’m in a time crunch to get dinner done…it takes forever to finish! For example, spaghetti or any type of pasta is always a quick “go to” meal for my son and I. It doesn’t take long to finish the meal at all. However, when you’re constantly watching the pot, the water never boils. The minute you walk away and take your mind off it is when the magic seems to happen.I find this scenario to be true in my dating life as well.
Why is it that I put all this time into people, do the hard work, get them to a good spot only to walk away and they start to boil? After all, I’m the one who knew what the temperature should be. I’m the one who added the right amount of water to the pot, I’m even the one who turned the damn stove on. It irritates me so much to date someone and put all this time into them only for us to split and they get everything the…

What A Fright

In the spirit of Halloween, I figured I’d share with you a few things I find frightening in 2018.


1. A compulsive liar 2. Man 25+ living with his mother 3. Someone afraid of commitment 4. Being 25+ with no accomplishments 5. Someone unable to hold a steady job 6. A female who doesn’t take care of her children 7. Rent is due on the 1st! 8. My son is almost my height 9. Snakes 10. The fact that I'm awesome and single 11. My temper & attitude 12. A man with a lot of children and baby mothers 13. Ted Bundy
14. How much my son eats
15. The way I love Chipotle



Mommy Confessions

Because you're such a faithful reader, by know you know how much my son means to me. Through this blog  I've been able to convey the bond between us. I'm so many things to so many people but I must say, being his mother is my favorite title. With that being said I have a few motherly confessions. Hopefully one day when he has children of his own he'll be able to look back on this and find humor in it.

Confession 1: All of your stories that you're so excited to tell me are 5 hours long!!!! Sometimes I want to scream "JUST GET TO THE POINT BENTLEY I HAVE TO COOK DINNER BY 7." You're very animated just like me but please have bullet points when storytelling son.

Confession 2:  If I hear Lucid Dreams one more time I'm going to go crazy. I know it's your favorite song. I even dance to it with you because I want to make you happy but that song is driving me crazy!

Confession 3:  You're not Michael Jackson. Yes, he's one of the greatest and I…

Probation

When you start a new job you understand how crucial the first 90 days of employment is to your longevity with that company. After having managed a few dental practices in the past, I can definitely attest to the fact that during this time you’re being looked at like a tiny dust particle underneath a microscope. This is a mutual trial period for both you and the employer. As an employer I’m looking at all your attributes to see if you’re going to be an asset to me or a liability. As the employee, you’re scoping things out for yourself as well to see if the company is some place you’d like to thrive.Relationships are no different.
I can confirm in blood that when you meet a man ladies, you don’t get a chance to see his true colors until after that probationary period. The first 90 days this man has sent a representative on his behalf.He knows you’re looking closely. He’s opening doors, he’s chewing with his mouth closed, paying for dates, being consistent with phone calls and responding…

Woman To Woman

My mother is the strongest woman I know. She’s survived a toxic relationship, overcoming single motherhood of two children at the age I am now, losing her mother earlier in life and finding love all over again just to name a few. She’s always been dedicated to her family and provided a home built on love for us all. I sat down with her to gain some insights on just how she did it and what kept her going in her darkest hour. Here’s what she had to say:
What did you imagine your life would be like as a child?
As a child I thought I’d be married to a rich man. I didn’t think I’d have to struggle to raise my girls on my own the way I did but, it didn’t work out that way the first time around. Struggling to find my happiness while keeping you and your sister happy was a challenging priority.
What was your first thought when you found out you were pregnant for the first time? Whew, I thought my life was coming to an end. I didn’t know what to do. I was still in school, I thought I’d be a …

I Feel Like A Woman

Mamas! When was the last time you put on that sexy black dress, beat your face to the gawdz, put on those spankx and went out for a night of fun? Can’t remember….don’t feel bad, I cant either. Single mommy life hasn’t allowed me to indulge in a night like that in quite some time. I told myself that I’d do better with making more “me time” for myself. I enjoy being a mom but I don’t want to lose who I am as a person in the midst.
Even though I’m not heading out for a night on the town 3x times a month, I still do things that make me feel super sexy. It’s so important to keep yourself up. I may not have tons of money in my purse but you’d never know unless I told you. When I leave my house I’m always looking fairly nice. My hair is done, my nails are manicured, my clothes are clean and you can’t tell me I’m not sexy honey! I dedicated this year to focusing on my health and the results have given me a boost in confidence like no other. I can finally get into a deep stretch without my sto…