Blogging With Breezy

          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

               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

                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 cour

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 fiv

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 accustom

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

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 everythi