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I’ve officially reached that stage in life where everyone is getting engaged. To non-engaged but taken people, this means the pressure is on for the relationship… and for my singles, this means the pressure is on to find their soulmate. But to me, this means I get to wear those heels that I bought forever ago and never wore.
I do not feel pressured and my kids play a big part in that. Dating as a single parent is different. You take longer to open up to someone and you judge them extremely hard for the simple fact that you’re not only dating for yourself, you’re dating for your kids. Whoever you choose to bring into your life has to be right for them as well.
It kills me when I watch other single mothers date and their child meets every man they date/sleep with. These men build relationships with their children and then he’s stripped from their lives when they realize he’s not the one. If the introduction happens early into the relationship, he should be known as a friend and nothing more until you know the relationship is solid. I don’t think the kids should NOT see him spending the night as well.
Some people ask “am I lonely”… how could I be? I have two boys in my face every minute of the day and two cuddle buddies at night. I’m a full-time working mom. I hardly have any time to get “lonely”. I have best friends for date nights and a mom who still spoils me with gifts.
Honestly, I LOVE BEING SINGLE although I have been actively dating. I’m not looking for anything serious but I do give the guy a chance to change my mind.
I am excited for all of my friends that have found their soulmate and they’re about to take the next step in their relationship. I can’t wait for all of the open bars and endless nights of dancing that are in my future. Congrats to you!
I’ve been slapped with the reality that in a few short weeks I will have a four-year-old. It feels like it was yesterday when I started this blog, pregnant and stressed, about entering motherhood. Fast forward to today where I have a wonderful, happy, and intelligent kid who I couldn’t imagine my life without.
With birthdays come presents, planning, and parties. I decided to save the party for the big age 5 next year… but I’m already trying to come up with ideas. A little part of me is nervous though.
Growing up, I never liked when my mom threw birthday parties for me. At the time, I never felt like they were “for me”. It was filled with a lot of her friends and their kids who I never spoke with. I also didn’t like being the center of attention… being forced to greet everyone that walked through the door whether I knew them or not. But now looking back, I appreciate everything that my mom did. We grew up with little family in Michigan and my mom just wanted to make sure I felt special on my day. She invited everyone she knew so my parties wouldn’t be empty and depressing. She stayed up into the wee hours of the morning to prepare for “my guests”. She did everything in her power to make sure this one day of the year was all about me.
While I love and appreciate the few family members that I know, I always wondered what it’s like to be surrounded by cousins, aunts, and uncles during a holiday. What is it like to attend a family reunion or have big family traditions? One thing I always feared for my kids was that they wouldn’t understand what family means or they would be envious of their friends and their family situation.
I have a few relatives on my father’s side that live in the U.S and I find it extremely sad that I don’t know who they are. Yes, I’ve met them before when I was younger but they never seemed to want to build any type of relationship with me. Just recently I saw my father’s sister had a facebook page and commented on my sister’s page… and I must admit I was jealous. Never once did she reach out to me to say “congrats on graduating high school”, “congrats on graduating college”, “congrats on the birth of your child”… not even a “happy birthday”. Nothing.
Did she expect me to reach out to her? Wasn’t she the adult in our situation?
I don’t believe there was anything I could’ve done better growing up to prevent the situation that I currently deal with. Yes, I could try to reach out now but I don’t care to. If you’ve gone 24 years and never once cared about me, why should I even want you in my life?
And on the other hand, my exes family is a dysfunctional mess. They physically fight and dog one another worse than a stranger off the street… something that I don’t want my sons to be exposed to.
I just don’t want my kids to ever feel alone and unloved due to the lack of family.
I don’t want them to grow up and feel the same emotions that I feel now. I don’t want them to fill what’s supposed to be a positive moment with negative feelings. I don’t want them to not want to have a birthday party or a wedding (one day) because they don’t want to constantly answer that annoying question of “where is the rest of your family”.
With that being said, I will be my mom inviting the entire world to their birthday party, going over the top to make sure they feel like the most important and incredible person on THEIR day.. and every day.
Next year, you are all invited.
“I don’t have any friends”
I’ve seen this on my Facebook timeline over the past few weeks and I really want to know what does this mean?
Was this posted out of anger or frustration or do these people genuinely have NO friends?
Are you actually the reason that you feel the way you do? Because maybe you do have friends but they’re not available at the times that you need/want them. Or maybe you don’t have friends but a lot of acquaintances… because you lack basic socializing skills or the drive to keep a friend is not in you.
Is it because you have a lot of friends for “turning up” but you don’t have a friend that wants to do dinner and girl chat? Or maybe you do have friends that you can gossip with but you don’t trust them enough to tell your everyday problems and seek advice.
When I see this, it bugs me… especially if it’s coming from someone who I consider a friend. Like what am I to you? It evens makes me think “am I not a good enough friend for you?”
My family migrated from another country but not everyone followed. I only know a few family members. I’m not even close with my sisters and brothers who live in the United States. I don’t know what it’s like to have cousins or family that are of similar age so my friendships mean the world to me. I look at my female friends as sisters.
I admit I have trust issues so I don’t call everyone a “friend”. I’ve been stabbed in the back, side, and front from some of my closest “friends”. And I don’t have a lot of friends. But the people that I do give this title to mean the world to me! I would do anything to put a smile on their face and I am a listening ear at any time of the day.
So when I can’t find anyone to attend an event with me or I’m just plain bored with nothing to do, I don’t sit on social media and complain. Everyone has their own life to live and they are not entitled to be apart of mine when I want them to be.
If you feel like you’re always alone, how about attending networking events to expand your circle? If you’re not the face to face type of person, then join an online group. Facebook has a group for practically everything nowadays. Meet people that share the same interests as you in your area.
Stop putting these attention statuses up. You might actually turn your status into a reality but pushing off people that consider you a “friend” right out of your life. Make a change either within yourself or the circle you choose to keep around you.
When talking to someone new, I tell them that I’m looking for three things: honesty, loyalty, and good communication. Dats it. If we have this, we can make it and everything in our developing relationship will come naturally. If you’re honest with me, then I can trust you. If you’re loyal to me, then all walls are broken down. And if we can communicate our feelings whether positive or negative, then no one will ever have to assume or feel left out in the dark.
I am all about my man. No one I have ever dated can say that infidelity was a problem on my end. I sleep, breathe, and dream about you (Not in a creepy way). I’ll sit up all night trying to plan a personalized “just because” gift or learn how to cook your favorite dish. I’m also your #1 fan. I’ll help you turn your dreams into reality and help eliminate any obstacles that may come in your way.
That’s how it should be, right? Or am I completely lost in this generation?
I’ve seen too many people focus on the non-factors of their “spouse” and fall in love with bullsh*t. Or they have a good man/woman but they’re too blind to see that because their priority list is completely f**ked up.
Females will get upset over a man that doesn’t “like” their pictures on social media but it’s because their man is working hard trying to provide for the both of them. Females loving a man for his d**k and a dinner date every two weeks but he disappears when you need assistance with trying to better your life.
Men fall in love with a woman with a slim waist and fat a** but she has no job with no plans of getting one and is comfortable with living off of everyone around her. Or a man being upset that he can’t come home to a home-cooked meal every night from his lady but this is because she works full-time and takes care of their child so she’s exhausted at the end of the night.
As you’re reading this, ask your yourself, WHAT DOES MY SPOUSE BRING TO THE TABLE? What do I bring to the table? And more importantly, should either of us be sitting at the same table?!
If no one is supplying or adding to the relationship, then find a way to fix it or MOVE ON. What’s the point of waiting for a delivery that was never scheduled to come? Relationships lead to marriage or some form of a “forever thing” if you don’t agree with marriage. But I’m slowly starting to think that my generation has forgotten that should be the goal.
I know people that are with someone that can’t give them a ride to work or the store in a time of need. I also know people who with someone they complain about Every day. Then there are others who are patiently waiting for their spouse to “act right” when their spouse has made it clear that they’re not changing anytime soon. I sit there, observing and screaming: WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE?
I cannot say that I was always on the right track and I too have suffered from “lust” a few times in the past. But I learned from those mistakes and I observed others. I’ve seen true happiness in a relationship and the steps it takes to get there. It might be hard but it will never be a complete shit show.
On the other hand, if the sh*t show makes you happy, then hey have fun.
PSA: Parents can have fun too… WITHOUT their kids.
Whether you’re married or you’re a single parent, you are still allowed to have your “me-time”. You can spend your alone time however you feel whether it’s an hour sitting on the toilet or a weekend vacation. And your alone time doesn’t necessarily have to be by yourself. You can choose to spend it with friends, other family, WHOEVER. This is your time to not worry about another human being.
People without children don’t understand the importance of this. I’m tired of seeing parents ridiculed on social media for taking a “break” from their children. Parents should not feel guilty for taking some time for themselves. Trust me, we feel the guilt.
When I went on my first post-baby vacation, I felt so bad for leaving Jay with my mom. The day before we left, he started to teeth. He ran a fever the entire four days that we were in California. I even cried after a conversation with my mom. I had to tell myself that he was in good hands. I took the vacation for a reason, so I needed to enjoy it.
When we returned to Michigan, I felt so refreshed. Although I missed my child, I also missed myself. I was able to re-connect with Karina. That trip also opened my eyes to the toxic relationship that I was in. I wasn’t able to really focus on it with everything I had going on at home. Being away and not having to worry about a single thing helped bring clarity to my life.
Everyone needs a mental break, parent or not. You need a break from your everyday activities and routine. You need to take a step on the other side and live life with no responsibilities. I really believe that everyone should take a mental vacation at least once a year. Go somewhere new and enjoy yourself. Enjoy your spouse or your friends, if you chose to invite them. YOU ONLY GET ONE LIFE.
I remember having a conversation with one of my friends who stated that she was scared to have kids at our age because she wouldn’t be able to do the things she wanted to do and she didn’t want to be away from her children. She wanted to spend every day with them. I laughed at her and she couldn’t understand why I found her reasoning to be so funny.
Listen: becoming a parent does NOT stop your fun. I’m sick of people making it seem like life stops after children. The fun just gets better and the fun is more appreciated. You can still do the things that you want to do, you have to have the drive to do it. Stop using children as an excuse for your boring life.
So the next time you see a parent post a picture on social media, praise them for taking that mental break that is well deserved.
They say the prettiest girls have the lowest self-esteem. I admired those women a few years ago. I would look at the “pretty” girl and think she had it made… she had money, an education, friends, and of course she had the man (or men). Then I became friends with these girls and found out things that I needed to know to help with my self-growth.
These girls were unhappy.
They had a lot of self-hate.
These women chase after the things that they fear the most and subconsciously put themselves in bad situations only to turn around and ask the “why me” question.
They also seek attention from the wrong places (social media, the wrong people, etc).
But the worst part of it all, they were alone. Even with all the people around them, flocking to their every need, practically drooling at their feet, they felt ALONE.
Their “friends” were more like “fans”. No one was genuine.
Shocker? Not really. Because I understood the term “quality over quantity” at a very young age. I realized that in a group of ten, I could probably count on one, MAYBE two as my real friends. The others were “fillers”… just around to make the group look “poppin” even though it’s not. You could do fun group activities but no one really liked each other.
That’s the scariest part of any friendship or relationship: trying to figure out who is really on your team. Who is rooting for you and not against you? Or who is just there to be nosey?
These women that I once admired actually admired me. They came to me for advice, they came seeking guidance. They thought my life was put together… HA. Crazy how the world works, right? They definitely taught me a very important life lesson: don’t envy the next.
I try to find the good in my life and appreciate everything I have. I appreciate the lessons that my mom has taught me. And I try my best to share those lessons and promote self-love to everyone I come in contact with. You only have one life. You have to make the best out of it and embrace those flaws!
God-parents are like a second set of parents… a very, VERY close aunt/uncle… or your “unofficial” guardians. They take over when the parents can’t. When I was pregnant with Jay, I immediately knew who I wanted his god mom to be, well god-momS. At the time they were my best friends, N and C. Both were like sisters to me. I trusted them with my life.
Now, N and I fell out shortly after I had Julian. I’m still confused as to why? I’m not mad at her, never was. Jealously definitely played a factor throughout our entire friendship though. Other than that, she was a great person!
I knew our friendship had reached its expiration date but I never knew the relationship with my babies would end as well. We stopped talking around February of 2016, but she still sent presents for my youngest on certain holidays. It stopped by his third birthday, I heard nothing from her. She unofficially sent in her resignation letter.
Jaylen loved her. Julian never got the chance to get to know her. Oh well, I guess…
They’re still blessed by C, who has been a wonderful and prominent figure in their life. She has not missed a single event or milestones… perfect example of how this job is supposed to go.
Being given the title of “godparent” is an honor. I’m not talking about a number of gifts you buy or how much money you provide, I’m talking about being IN the child’s life. It’s your job to make sure they know who you are, always set a good example, and play an active role in the kid’s world.
I had godparents but I wasn’t aware they existed until I was sixteen. I don’t blame anyone but them for our non-existent relationship. They have made countless attempts to find a place in my life and I appreciate the effort but it’s just not the same. It’s funny how the world works because my “god-mom” and my mom went through the same situation N and I are going through now, but they eventually were able to mend their friendship. I don’t think there is any fixing of N and I, mainly because I don’t want anything to be fixed. I like it the way it is.
I miss her as a friend but I don’t want to be around someone who doesn’t think my children are important. I don’t want to expose them to a whishy-washy person, dropping in and out of their life as they please. I don’t regret giving her that title. It was definitely a lesson well learned.
Pick your friends and family wisely. Yes, you can’t necessarily pick who is your family but you can pick who you decide to bring around your kids.
And if someone chooses not to be in your kid’s life, then
LET THEM BE. It’s probably better that they stay away.
It’s probably better that they stay away.
Don’t chase the unwanted.
Chivalry is completely dead.
I even had trouble spelling it, that’s how dead it is to my generation.
I was with one of my male friends the other day. I stopped at a gas station and as I proceeded to get out of the car I heard:
“Do you want me to pump the gas or do I have to do it?”
Excuse me… what?
Why is that even a question coming out of your mouth?
I’ve had random men come over and offer to pump my gas… granted they wanted my number but STILL. Chivalry people!
Should I not expect a man to open the door for me when I’m walking through a building? Should I not expect a man to know that he should always walk on the side closest to the road?
I’ve grown to like older men, although it’s hard to find a genuine, unmarried man. I don’t have to teach them. A majority of them know how a woman should be treated. Not saying the younger crowd doesn’t… there are a few that were taught right from wrong.
It’s sad that men of my generation lack these qualities but what’s even worse is that woman don’t know about chivalry either. They make fun of guys who actually do this or they’re startled by it. I admit I was a bit surprised when an old boyfriend of mine slapped my hand when I tried to open my car door. His exact words ewere:
“You don’t touch three things when you’re with me. Doors, chairs, and bills.”
Am I asking for too much?
Sometimes I feel like maybe these things shouldn’t be expected from the men. Maybe I’m spoiled? Maybe I feel too highly of myself? But then I feel like I’m settling for less than I deserve. I’m adapting to the excuses and lowering my worth.
I’m raising two boys who will grow up to be men. They will be someone’s best friend, boyfriend, and husband. What I teach them reflects right back on me so I want to them to be the best representation of ME.
Doing these things are a choice. It’s also a sign of respect.
Men, please remember “it’s the little things that matter most”.
We’re friends, right? So let’s get into another session of TMI w/ Kaycee.
I hate my boobs. I’m not sure if I mentioned this in a previous blog so…
If you’re one of my friends, you already know this and if you’re not well, you just learned something new. Before I had kids, I was trolling between 32 C/D. After my first born, I went up to a 34DD. While pregnant with my second, my chest spike to a 36DDD. Victoria Secret kicked me out of their club.
After he was born, I stayed at this size for a while because of breast feeding and then dropped down to a 32DD.
I’m satisfied with everything but my chest. These things either try to suffocate me when I’m laying on my back or they’re trying to escape from my bra if I lean forward. Bras… oh gawd, bras. Bra shopping is painful. I can only dream of buying a $10 bra from Forever 21 instead of throwing $60 on a new bra from some fancy boutique. Bralette tops are a no. Backless shirts are an absolute hell to the no. *sigh*
These things have a mind of it’s own. It’s like I’m constantly carrying around two toddlers on my chest. I’m about to do a DNA test on them and find their real owner because we clearly were not meant to be.
I’ve made up my mind, I’m getting rid of the extra set of twins. They have overstayed their welcome.
I’ve gotten SO much negative feedback about this.
Few women understand my everyday struggle. A lot of people don’t. They said I’m “selfish” and I should “appreciate what God gave me”. But this is coming from the same people that wear a full face of makeup everyday or workout to try and get a six pack. These are things that we weren’t born with (although a nice set of abs would be ideal). It’s something you chose to do. It’s something about you that you want to be different than how God originally created. So what’s wrong with me going down a few sizes in order to increase my self-love?
I’ve started saving and doing my research on different doctors in the area. The end goal is to get this done by 2019. To hell with the critics. They’ll be drooling over my new set of ta-tas.
“Stop complaining and start making changes”
Just make sure you’re going to be happy in the end.