Share the best part of being a Mom

599062_3938818505675_1837535401_nBeing a mom is so awesome and so random. I walked into the bathroom today and saw a flashlight ( turned on) a string of disco Christmas ornaments all apart and a truck. I guess I could have gotten mad at the mess but I found it so endearing. My imaginative son was making an adventure for himself, of course he forgot to take his adventure with him or clean it up. I love being a mom I am constantly amazed and amused by the randomness of my son’s imagination. When my girlfriend was babysitting he asked her what she would do if 1000 cyclopes were in her house. She will never forget that one. With Mom’s day coming up What your best mom tidbit? Share and get a chance to win this Beautiful vase group! if you would like to find out how to make vases like this yourself check out my tutorial here.

I Can’t Hear You

I can't hear youI’m that girl!  You know the girl who says she going to do something that doesn’t seem possible and then  the next thing you know she doing it. Before I decided to be that type of person I knew another girl like that and I found her incredibly annoying. I would think all the time how the heck did she do that. Then I decided to be like her.

Am I a suborn person? I would say not really but when I decide I am doing to do something  I don’t listen to anyone, unless they are telling me I can do it. But let’s go back a little bit. When  I was 16 I went to a Catholic High School in Brooklyn New York, sounds pretty safe, right? For a nerdy Caribbean girl it was no joke. With a funny accent and a tendency to make faux pas like asking

I don't look that stubborn do I?

I don’t look that stubborn do I?

for a rubber instead of an eraser, I became a target. Kids were threatening to beat me up for extreme nerdiness. I wasn’t used to dealing with that and I wasn’t going to deal with that. I found a college that I could attend early and get into at 16 years old. I had the grades, I was number 1 in my class. When I discussed it with my mother she said absolutely not. She probably said No God damned way, or over her dead body something final like that. When she made a decision that was it, she was hardcore strict, no talking back EVER. I don’t know what came over me I freaked out and started yelling and screaming, you didn’t yell and scream at my mother.

Next thing I knew I was on my way to that college, I have no idea how I accomplished that. I didn’t know how I did it I just knew I was going to do it.

The Finished Table

One of my pieces that saved me from my boring job

Fast forward to present day, well recent past. I had a very boring but well-paying job. I went home and would  furiously make Art and Furniture and then go back to my job were basically I tried to look like I was doing something all day. Believe me it was hard and stressful to occupy yourself mentally all day long when you aren’t doing much, not to mention trying to look busy. I know ya’ll are wondering what I was doing. Well, I was working in high end retail in store that would sometimes have 2 people a day coming in, really 2!

So after I sold some furniture and paintings in my own business I quit. I didn’t tell most people what I was doing I just did it and I was fine. Friends and random people would ask me wasn’t I scared, didn’t I lay in bed in terror over not being successful. No I was too busy thinking about being successful. I knew I had the grit in my body and in my soul to make this thing work, and I did. Yep I don’t tend to listen to anyone when I decide to do something unless they are helping me along my chosen path. When they explain to me I can’t do it all I hear I wah wah wah, like Charlie Brown. Does that make me stubborn? Maybe a little.

Just us two

Graduating from Beauty School in the 50's

My mother from the  the 50’s

As Passover and Easter come along  I am thinking about family traditions. If you just ask me do I have any family traditions I would say no but after thinking about it realize that I do. My family celebration have usually been small affairs, very small and have consisted of my mother and myself for years; and usually   consisted of me lounging around and her cooking up a storm, 5 or six dishes at least. She would pop up every once and a while and ask me to do something really simple like make a salad or drain the vegetables. After she passed away, almost 7 years ago, it was just me and my son. For he first few years after she passed, I invited myself to different friends celebrations wanting a lot of people and activity for my son. As I went to different people’s houses I missed what the holidays were to me turkey, my mother’s 5 cheese mac and cheese and candied sweet potatoes,  which almost no body liked. The first Thanksgiving we stayed home and I cooked her usual menu, it just felt right. I went back to her table with those dishes. Since then we usually stay home and I cook and ask my son to do this and that. Just like it used to be. My friends are usually shocked that I am at home “by myself” during the holidays with just my son. What they don’t know is that I have my mother with me with each bite of food.

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He looks a little grumpy in the picture. I am happy enough for the both of us

Feeling Lucky

The table before with kid and cat on it

I decided that take part in  FOLK Magazine Community Journal Challenge this week’s subject is luck. A subject that is frequently on my mind. I have a great kid, a great dog two cats, one ornery one not so much. Sometimes when I am … Continue reading