Day 11: I THANKFUL for my parents...

I am THANKFUL that my parents are mine.  My parents were special together until they weren’t.  I can recall many happy moments.  They provided me with a wonderful fulfilling childhood.  I am THANKFUL for that.  I often hear stories about parents that don’t care or have far too many issues to care or some that just should not have been parents.  I am THANKFUL that I always felt loved.  My parents have always been very affectionate and always made sure my sister and knew that we were loved.

I am THANKFUL that my daddy was my daddy.  My daddy was very protective of his girls.  He made sure that our house was very comfortable so that there was no need to go to anyone else’s house.  We were the designated playhouse.  It is kind of funny when I think about it now but at the time all I wanted to do was spend the night with my friends.  When I did actually play at a friend’s house, it wasn’t far and there was a time limit.  He even had a special whistle for us.  When we heard it, we had better got our tails to the house.  My daddy wasn’t much for sports but into more concentrated activities such a karate and chess which he taught me both.  Daddy was (it still feels strange to say was instead of is) full of freckles, love and curiosity but I never doubted him.

I am THANKFUL for my mother being my mother.  My mother (mi madre) is some kind of awesome and I only hope that she knows how great of a mother she has been and continues to be.  I watched my mother work a full time job, go to school and be available for all of our activities.  She has always been known as the mom that knew everyone.  All of our friends loved our mother and continue to do so.  She is the person that folks could always confide in.  I have friends that have mothers that aren’t as into them or their accomplishments but my mother is far from that.  When I was applying to colleges and receiving acceptance letters, she completely allowed me to make my own decision.  She shared how proud of me she was and once my decision was made she did say that she was secretly hoping that I would choose Fisk University.  The day that I graduated she was full of smiles and told me over and over she was so proud of me.  That was one of my best moments ever and it more than wonderful to make her proud.  I look forward to another moment like that with her.

May 4: My Parents

As a girl when my parents were fully in love that they would dance in the living room. They were good and suave.  You could feel the passion in their every move.   I knew then that I wanted that.  I wanted to feel the kind of love they had in those moments.  They were so in love that they created us (my sister and I) in their love.  They planned us almost to the day.  We were both a few days early but we present nonetheless.  When my daddy died, my mother was there.  She grieved him too. 

They were a sharp couple.  My mother use to tell me stories of them going dancing and how folks would step back and just watch them glide across the floor.  They enhanced each other once upon a time.  There was a a happy time in my childhood that it all just felt real good.  The love was there.  I want that.

Please Excuse the Ramble

I am working on a couple of things at the moment and hope to continue being inspired by the move home (I'm goin goin back back to CALI CALI).  At this particular moment I am just sort of thinking about all kinds of stuff.  Nothing in particular but all kinds of stuff. 

I have realized that I have not written about my mother much but she is so awesome.  We speak almost everyday and very often.  She has especially been so awesome through everything that has been going on with me and I have been very concerned about how she is feeling. You see, when you are going through the storms of life it is often very hard to see anyone else point of view.  Until recently I hadn't really considered how all this has been for her.  She is my mother and she loves me inside out.  She has been the one to talk me through dark moments, dealt with my late night phone calls, sporadic emotions and of course my curiosity and doubt.  I never (until recently) realized how all of that made her feel or the toll that it took on her.  I am not a mother nor do I particularly plan being one (that is another something-LOL!) but a mother has a special something for her child and the desire to help and make whatever it is better.  HENCE, me moving home.  I love her and truly blessed that she is my mother.

My roommate is an awesome woman.  I sometimes wonder if she knows how wonderful I think she is.  I try to express it but she is not nearly as mushy as I am.  I appreciate her friendship and she has definetely been the wonderful to me.  I have gotten so use to be around her all the time.  We have so many inside jokes, random moments and great conversations.  She is my shopping buddy, window shopping buddy, cosigner, believe, phenomenal woman and talented artist - check out her website and buy a shirt: http://www.dude-relax.com/

I want him in the worst way.  It is crazy.  Have you just thought about someone randomly and just wonder about him.  Who is he? What he is like? What does he have to offer?  How is he? Damn, where is he? mlol.  It is kind of random but I think that I want him.  We shall see...