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Things I’m Thankful For . . .

Thankful November 30

The older (and wiser) I get, the more my perspective changes.  I get what really matters.  It’s funny, when I was younger I was all about climbing that career ladder, getting my big break, being on my hustle and my grind, and making it happen – whatever it was.  I still have goals and aspirations.  Now, however, they take a back seat to things a thriving career, and a networking connection can’t get for you.  In honor of the Thanksgiving holiday I was so blessed to celebrate with friends and family dear to me, here’s a look at some things I’m thankful for.

  • A husband who cooks, cleans, is humble, and selfless. He’s an amazing daddy and an incredible marriage partner.
  • Two beautiful boys who are my heartbeat. Their smiles, their unconditional love, and their innocent acceptance make me want to continue to do all that I can for them.  My heart melts when they laugh.
  • Parents who are living, love me and are an integral part of my life.
  • Siblings who are now dear friends.
  • Inlaws who I genuinely love and appreciate.
  • The privilege to homeschool my boys. Yes, I am sacrificing much, but boy, is it worth the sacrifice.
  • A place to lay my head, clothes to put on each day and food to eat. Truly things we usually take for granted.  Truly things to be grateful for.
  • My health. So very precious to be healthy.
  • Joy! The joy of the Lord is truly my strength.
  • Peace of mind. I could write for days on this one ……
  • And last, but certainly not least, the love of Jesus that permeates my being and makes me who I am today.

 

I am grateful.

I Can’t Believe Fear Made Me Do That

It was subtle, I’ll admit. I called it other things … anger, frustration, staying informed, being aware, and just plain out wanting to know what’s going on. That’s what I could see. But what I didn’t realize was happening, taking root like a weed inside me, was a pervasive feeling of fear.

Like many of you, I’ve watched the painful coverage of the shootings then lack of indictments in the cases of Mike Brown and Eric Garner, as well as watched George Zimmerman walk after shooting Trayvon Martin. I prayed. I hurt. I cried. And I hugged my babies tighter. Inwardly, I resolved to do all I could to fight the feeling of powerlessness attempting to plague me. Though my boys are young, I slipped in nuggets of wisdom regarding dealing with police and presenting yourself in public. Things no parent of color wants to say. Yet things that must be communicated to our children.

I realized how deeply I’d been affected when I discovered a couple of pricing tags my son had from the store. To him, they were nothing more than something to play with – pricing tags that had fallen to the ground, not attached to any merchandise. They were like the coupons he gets from the machines for me. To me, it screamed unfair and unsavory accusations of theft, accusations and potential punishments. And in essence, I lost it. Instead of giving him a good, thorough understanding of why these items have to remain in the store (he’s only 7), I started talking about stealing, and how people won’t see it as an innocent mistake, and how you can be punished and taken away from us. I came close to crying. He did cry. I wasn’t trying to scare him. I was scared.

Scared of losing him. Scared of him being misunderstood. Scared that such an innocent mistake would be viewed that way were the child white; but for my son, surely someone would try to label him. Or worse. My son is an exemplary child. He’s smart, kind, loving, giving, and knows right from wrong. He was picking up a pricing tag off the floor, he reasoned, not merchandise you have to pay for. And while it still merited discussion, it didn’t deserve my tirade of sorts. I couldn’t believe fear of how I thought others would react to what my son had done, purely because of his beautiful brown skin, made me act.

My husband talked me through it. I went back to my son. I apologized, hugged him, and told him I loved him. I explained things the right way. And while I can’t pretend these feelings will immediately disappear, I’ll continue to pray – and focus on faith – instead of fear.

What Your Kids Really Think of You …. (get the tissues ready)

As I reflect upon 2014 and look towards my goals for the upcoming year, inevitably I want to be a better mother. What mom doesn’t? Too little patience, too much yelling, not enough hugging, too much rushing, not enough money … and the list could go on and on. But moms, we’re often way too hard on ourselves. And who better to show that to us, than our kids. Check out the reactions of these moms to what their kids really think about them ….

Click to Hear What Kids Say That Leaves Moms Speechless

When Purpose Drives You

October - Purpose

I recently read a thought-provoking article titled, “Quality That Can’t Be Taught” by Christy Wright. It spoke volumes to me about the importance of hiring people who actually care for others; people who possess intrinsic compassion, integrity and decency towards others. A flight attendant selflessly gave her breakfast to a pregnant woman who boarded the flight, starving, and had been unable to eat. It was a simple yet profound act of kindness that made all the difference to the recipient.

As I read the article, however, another message screamed loudly at me: purpose. When you are doing what you were designed to do, what you were created to do, you fulfill your purpose. And you do it with joy, with intention. It’s not a drudgery. That’s not to say there’s no work involved – we all know that’s not true. However, your passion to go the extra mile shines through. I don’t know if that flight attendant believes that her job is what she was created to do. However, her belief that she should help and serve others, and do all she can to fulfill that mission, is evident by her actions.

Make it your goal to discover what your purpose is – what did God place you here to do? Then move toward fulfilling it – with everything in you. Your drive and passion will become a visible testimony to those who come in contact with you.

Let Your Purpose Drive You.

Here’s a look at the article that inspired me. Enjoy:
http://christywright.com/2014/09/the-quality-that-cant-be-taught/

Through Fresh Eyes

October - MLK blog

I took my boys to the Martin Luther King Jr Center last week. My oldest has been before, but it’s been years. I’ve been many times. I’ve learned the facts of those who struggled for civil rights, seen the pictures, and internalized the anger at their pain, as well as pride in their victories. But because I’d seen it before, I didn’t expect it to be such an emotional experience. It became that way by seeing it … through fresh eyes.

My boys couldn’t understand why black people had to eat and drink separately, use separate restroom facilities, and deal with the separate and extremely unequal school experiences. Being an education lover, my oldest son took particular note of this. He was appalled at the extreme intimidation used to keep black children out of certain schools; saddened at the thought of people needlessly brutalized; upset at the second class citizen treatment … and ultimately proud … of the non-violent fight, the legacy and the life of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

The Trade-Off

This weekend I experienced euphoria that I haven’t known in a while. I was able to write. Yes, I write and blog every week. But this was my passion … writing a script. And actually, it was a rewrite – harder work, but more exciting because it can mean there’s enough interest to warrant a rewrite. Woohoo! I desperately needed this nudge, this incentive, to stay focused on my passion.

Afterall, since July my focus has basically been schooling my sons. And I’m loving it. We’re having a blast. But in the midst of the trade-off of time devoted to homeschool and all it entails (and it’s a lot! Lol), I forgot one very basic component that needs attention. Me. 

So here’s to the happy trade-off … I’ll gladly cast aside laser-focus on my career, certain things I love, even parts of who I am, in the name of sacrificing for my children. The only thing I ask is that I don’t lose sight of me, who I am and what I love to do.

:) :)

More Than A Wing and A Prayer . . .

September Blog - Truett Cathy

He didn’t invent the chicken … just the chicken sandwich. I am so saddened to hear of the passing of Truett Cathy. Our family loves Chick Fil A and Truett’s Pizza Cafe. The food is delicious; however, it’s much more than the food that keeps us going back. It’s the true legacy left by Mr. Cathy.

As a reflect on the reasons why his establishments prospered, they extend far beyond good quality food and a great deal. As indicated by the photo above, Mr. Cathy’s priorities were in order. And because he knew the intrinsic value of focusing on the things that truly matter, he was able to make a difference in our lives and the lives of others. Here are a few of the things I take from his life … and his legacy.

1. Putting God first. His restaurants are not open on Sundays, yet they are highly profitable. Mr. Cathy chose to put his convictions and desire to honor God before money. We can all learn a lesson from this. God and family are more important than profits.

2. Service. Whenever we visit one of his restaurants, we are greeted warmly. Every service requested brings forth a response of “my pleasure.” There is not enough space to speak about the help rendered to my family and I above and beyond the call of duty. I could mention the time that my son held a fundraiser to benefit foster children, and Truett’s Pizza Cafe opened their doors and hearts to help. Or I could talk about requesting assistance from Chick Fil A for another event and being given an enormous amount of gifts and meal cards to pass out to others. A lot of commercial “service” now is focused on the bottom line, making a dollar and getting the product in as many hands as possible. His bottom line was serving people.

3. Quality. As a mom I am very careful about what I let my children eat. We don’t eat out a lot. However, when we do, it is at a Truett Cathy establishment. The quality of the food, and the taste, speak for themselves. It is possible to provide a quality product that benefits others … and you still profit.

My prayers are with the Cathy family members as well as his extended restaurant family. Thank you, Mr. Cathy, for your vision and for showing Chick Fil A was about more than just a wing and a prayer.