2 Ps of Parenting

There are two schools of thought when it comes to motherhood. We can choose to either be the b*tch or the best friend. I aim to be an appropriate combination of the two. I want to be firm, but fair- and a little fun. Like Albus Dumbledore. Unfortunately, I’m more McGonagall.

This gets magnified when my baby and I are around her grandparents or great grandparents.

So me and my daughter’s family were all at a restaurant last night.

Me, being firm but fair and a little fun: Here’s the kid’s menu and two crayons. Want to color Mommy a picture? 😀

My Daughter: Yeah! *Colors*

Then she drops one of the two crayons. Me, not wanting to deny my belly fruit the luxury of two crayons, bends over and picks up the crayon and hands it to her.

Me: Here you go, you cute little piece of pie. 🙂

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No Inspiration Here, Just Ordinary.

Last week my summer classes started. I’m on the final stretch of my business degree. I’ll tell you what. Life never goes as we want it to. Does it?

I pictured by now that I’d have my degree in finance. Be working my way up some corporate ladder and making boocoo money.

Certainly didn’t plan on having a kid.

But I can’t complain.

The Lord has been good to me and my adorable illegitimate baby. And I do say, “illegitimate,” as a term of endearment. Sometimes I call her my little Nugget. Or little Stinker. She got so many nicknames.

Anyway, back to God’s goodness. And He is good.

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Love, Lace, and Lock-Ins

I never expected to outgrow the shame and insecurity developed during my tween and teen years. A shame that had latched on to me like an insatiable tick- sucking any ounce of self-assurance that dared to manifest.

The only happy childhood memories I have are of pageants. My mother dressing me up in bows and lace. And memories of her taking me to Church. Especially when she permitted to sleep over at the youth lock-ins.

Soon after that, though, things weren’t so good.

I don’t want to bore you with a tired ol’ tale of growing up in poverty. Residing in a singlewide, being fed on food stamps, playing with donated toys, and wondering why my mother couldn’t do any better than 2 minimum wage jobs.

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Parent Catchphrases

If my parenting style could be described in one word, that word would be, “no.”

I’m a Christian so there’s a whole box of “no,” right there. I’m also a first time Momma and a single parent so… “nope.”

For the longest my baby girl probably thought my name was, “no.” But I didn’t realize how bad I was until one of my daughter’s first words was, “no.” Smh.

Sometimes I switch it up with tried and true parenting catch phrases:

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But Most of All, Love

Life is rough and we’ve all got some pretty gruesome experiences. Despite the inevitable storms, there are also rainbows. My rainbow comes in the form of a blue-eyed curly-haired bundle of joy.

My darling Nugget.

She wasn’t conceived in the most noble of ways. Nor was she born to the picture perfect family. But she is loved! If nothing else, she is very loved by everyone. Especially me!

That’s kind of a given, though… isn’t it? lol #motherhood

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