Valentine’s Day

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!.

Sunday Mornings

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!