After 17 years with my husband, I don’t have major expectations for a Valentine’s Day gift. It may sound corny but he does so much each day to show me that he loves me. He cooks, cleans, and shops as needed. He tells me he loves me every day and I feel it. He’s the true definition of a soulmate. Of course, I woke up to a card and candy waiting for me on my kitchen counter with a couple of lottery scratch-offs to boot because I love those dearly. The thought and effort make me smile but if the counter was bare, I’d be okay.
Alongside my gifts were gifts for his girls resting on a sheet of copy paper with handwritten names to avoid any confusion. Teenage girls are very territorial so there is no room for mistakes. The twins took their gifts and left their dad a note of appreciation. The oldest didn’t touch her gift. I’m not sure if she even had time to see it as she wakes up right before it’s time for her to leave and creates a storm to get out of the house every morning for 180 school days per year. I love her…
This day is a little anxiety-provoking for me as I’m not sure what to expect when the girls come home after school. I’m not too concerned about the oldest because she goes to an all-girls private school. She’s a junior and hasn’t had any Valentine’s Day meltdowns thus far. The twins are my concern as they’re both in co-ed environments and have been talking about this day for over a week. They’re freshmen in two different high schools but the agenda is the same: Valentine’s Day flowers and gifts will be delivered to homerooms by secret and not-so-secret admirers.
I pray that they both get gifts, are satisfied, and come home content. As the family’s social media stalker, I’ve been trying to gauge the damage before it occurs but everything is so private. I know that I cannot protect them from everything no matter how hard I try. I just do not want to deal with the drama today if they’re left out. I have a few hours to enjoy before they return. I’ll go sip some tea and enjoy my scratchoffs.
Happy Valentine’s Day! More to come!.
Fun fact: Blog is a verb and a noun :-).
The inspiration for this blog came from a social media post by a well-known comedian in which he criticized young ladies for their lack of personal hygiene. One of the commenters on that post attributed the poor hygiene to a generational effect of a series of young mothers, i.e., the young lady’s mom was a teen mom and the grandmother was as well. It was a funny comment but then I reflected on it. I was a teen mom and so was my mother.
Do my teens have poor hygiene? Did I teach them proper care? Am I a bad parent? Dammit!
Ummm, no! I’m an amazing mom- young and all. That comment on that post was in jest but extremely offensive as it implied that young mothers do a poor job in rearing their children. I’m here to proclaim that isn’t always true. My girls know how to take care of themselves. Whether they always choose to…well, that’s another story. More to come!
I wasn’t feeling very well this weekend but I really tried to push through for the dreaded Monday in order to go back to work. I guess I should have stayed home because I was noticeably not well. ‘Tis the season in NYC. I did get a flu shot- though it was late. Better late than never!
My boss, a nurse for many years, took one look at me and said, “Young lady…you want to go home?” I love her for that because I could not bring myself to call out. It’s a new job and I’ve only been working there for 3 months. I’m trying to be a team player but I guess my immune system isn’t. Whatever I have has been going around work so it’ll be nice to get an extended break from the germs.
On my way back home, I picked up two large chicken soups from a local Dominican (Republic) restaurant. The chef must have sprinkled it with love because this soup is amazing- so amazing that it inspired me to write about it. It has the perfect blend of carrots, potatoes, yuca, chicken, parsley, and some other flavors that I can’t pinpoint.
Have you ever tried Dominican soup? I’d love to hear your thoughts on it. Leave a comment. More to come!
Good morning and Happy Sunday!
Sundays bring to mind sunshine, rainbows, steeples, Church hats, suits, lace socks, and shiny shoes. I haven’t been to Church in a while but I feel a desire to return. I just need to find the right one. I raised my kids Catholic- they’re all baptised and received all of their scheduled sacraments. I even converted myself for consistency and interest. However, as time goes on, I realize that I’m not fully connected to all Catholic tenets. I can’t believe I just let that out.
I grew up in a largely Black African-American spiritual environment and I truly miss that. Where I live in NYC, there are so many Churches to choose from that may fit that description but I’m also in need of that Southern spirituality so I choose to worship from home. My kids are of mixed races and ethnicities and, therefore, have different cultural influences molding them at home. I just feel so bad that we are not going to Church in these formative, hormonal years.
Every Sunday morning, I spend time to reflect on my week, overall being, and future aspects. I’m reading a new book, Possum Living by Dolly Freed, with the hope of inspiring me to reduce the clutter, luxuries, and needs to simplify my life. More to come!