Full circle, right back where it all began,
19 years ago, things were so out of control,
Craving your love, I lost my mind,
Did things I neva thought I’d do,
You see your love was my drug,
One hit and I was done,
It was obvious for all to see
That your love had taken control of me.
I had heard sistas talk about a “It” man,
But at that point I didn’t understand,
Just what an “it” man was,,,it was all silly to me,
Then I met you, and I got a clue,
You see your love was my drug,
One hit and I was done,
It was obvious for all to see
That your love had taken control of me.
When we first met, I felt a jolt of electricity,
Even thinking back, I still get that same tingling sensation,
That I got when you introduced yourself to me,
Neva before had someone’s essence penetrate me,
You see your love was my drug,
One hit and I was done,
It was obvious for all to see
That your love had taken control of me.
The first time we made love, it was over for me,
See that’s what an “it” man does,
He touches a part of you where no one has ever been
And no one else will ever go,
You see your love was my drug,
One hit and I was done,
It was obvious for all to see
That your love had taken control of me.
But it was not meant to be, so I walked away,
Taking with me a small part of you,
Tried my best to detox myself,
But it neva worked, you possessed a special part of me,
You see your love was my drug,
One hit and I was done,
It was obvious for all to see
That your love had taken control of me.
Kept you as my lover in my mind,
Locked my love away,
Every now and then, it sneaked out,
Tracked you down, called, and talked to you,
You see your love was my drug,
One hit and I was done,
It was obvious for all to see
That your love had taken control of me.
More than my lover, you were my friend,
Somehow, I was more trusting of you than anyone else,
Knew you would keep it honest and straight,
Challenged me mentally and spiritually,
You see your love was my drug,
One hit and I was done,
It was obvious for all to see
That your love had taken control of me.
Tables are turned and now it’s your turn
To walk away from me
19 years ago, I made the same choice
So I kinda understand, makes me feel like we have come
Full circle, right back where it all began.
By: Renee Gallman-Jones
Saturday, January 15, 2011
I'm Attending a Funeral Today
I’m attending a funeral today, saying goodbye to a part of me,
I’m saying goodbye to the hurt and the pain
Letting go of memories that to some would be nightmares,
I’m attending a funeral today, and no one else is allowed,
I must do this for me and me alone,
You see no one else knows this person,
It’s a side of me I’ve neva shown,
I’m attending a funeral today, I can only imagine
How the obituary will read,
Many thoughts of what I will say, when it’s time,
To eulogize my hidden counterpart,
I’m attending a funeral today, today I say goodbye,
To a little girl who yearns for love and approval,
From others to validate her existence,
To a young women who was,
Sexually abused and mentally overpowered,
To a woman who has allowed her fear,
Of loneliness to make her accept less than her worth,
I’m attending a funeral today, there won’t be a choir,
No spiritual leader, nor friends or family,
No flowers, coffin and no body,
Just a lost soul who finally has been set free,
I’m attending a funeral today, and I plan to shed my tears
Let them run, there’ll be no holding back, I’m letting them go,
I may scream and shout, maybe even reach my hands out,
But I’m letting go of the baggage and claiming,
The love and respect that I’m so justly due,
I’m attending a funeral today, I’ll be praising and letting go,
Of burden’s and pain,
I’m attending a funeral today and when I am done,
I’ll be set free!
By: Renee Gallman-Jones
I’m saying goodbye to the hurt and the pain
Letting go of memories that to some would be nightmares,
I’m attending a funeral today, and no one else is allowed,
I must do this for me and me alone,
You see no one else knows this person,
It’s a side of me I’ve neva shown,
I’m attending a funeral today, I can only imagine
How the obituary will read,
Many thoughts of what I will say, when it’s time,
To eulogize my hidden counterpart,
I’m attending a funeral today, today I say goodbye,
To a little girl who yearns for love and approval,
From others to validate her existence,
To a young women who was,
Sexually abused and mentally overpowered,
To a woman who has allowed her fear,
Of loneliness to make her accept less than her worth,
I’m attending a funeral today, there won’t be a choir,
No spiritual leader, nor friends or family,
No flowers, coffin and no body,
Just a lost soul who finally has been set free,
I’m attending a funeral today, and I plan to shed my tears
Let them run, there’ll be no holding back, I’m letting them go,
I may scream and shout, maybe even reach my hands out,
But I’m letting go of the baggage and claiming,
The love and respect that I’m so justly due,
I’m attending a funeral today, I’ll be praising and letting go,
Of burden’s and pain,
I’m attending a funeral today and when I am done,
I’ll be set free!
By: Renee Gallman-Jones
Thursday, September 16, 2010
S.I.S.T.A.S. Against All Odds
It takes a village to raise a child, how many times have we heard this proverb and looked the other way, thinking that child is not my problem? Have you looked at the statistics regarding our children lately?
Consider This:
According to the National Council on Child Abuse & Family Violence
The effects on children whose parents or guardians neglect or abuse them can be devastating, and while many children demonstrate a remarkable resiliency, abused and neglected children are more likely to abuse alcohol, tobacco, and other drugs than other children. They may be angry, antisocial, physically aggressive, and sometimes violent and are at increased risk of:
• Poor school performance
• Delinquent and/or criminal behavior
• Low self-esteem
• Depression and hopelessness
• Suicide attempts
• Self-mutilation
• Compulsive behavior
• Panic attacks
• Distrust of others
Substance abuse and addiction is the chief culprit in at least 70 percent—and perhaps 90 percent—of all child welfare spending.
According to the National Clearinghouse on Child Abuse and Neglect Information. 2003
• More than 8 million children—11 percent of all children in the United States—live with substance abusing parents.
• More than 2 million children live in families in which the primary problem is illicit drugs; 3.8 million in families in which it is alcohol, and 2.4 million live with parents who abuse alcohol and illicit drugs in combination.
So yes, it takes a village to raise a child and I along with Asella Braxton am seeking to do our part, we have founded S.I.S.T.A.S. (Sisters Inspiring Sisters to Achieve Success) AGAINST ALL ODDS. A nonprofit organization that seeks to eradicate the effects of victimization on young women ages 13 to 18 and ensure their spiritual, familial, societal and financial success through mentorship. Our mission is to empower young women between 13-18 years of age whose lives have been affected by abuse, neglect and dysfunction by providing education, technological and psychological resources.
Please consider supporting our efforts to be a part of the villiage and join us on FB at http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/pages/SISTAS-Against-All-Odds-Inc/144137168934558?ref=search or follow us on twitter @SISTASAAO.
Just the way I see it.Until next time,Nay-Nay
Consider This:
According to the National Council on Child Abuse & Family Violence
The effects on children whose parents or guardians neglect or abuse them can be devastating, and while many children demonstrate a remarkable resiliency, abused and neglected children are more likely to abuse alcohol, tobacco, and other drugs than other children. They may be angry, antisocial, physically aggressive, and sometimes violent and are at increased risk of:
• Poor school performance
• Delinquent and/or criminal behavior
• Low self-esteem
• Depression and hopelessness
• Suicide attempts
• Self-mutilation
• Compulsive behavior
• Panic attacks
• Distrust of others
Substance abuse and addiction is the chief culprit in at least 70 percent—and perhaps 90 percent—of all child welfare spending.
According to the National Clearinghouse on Child Abuse and Neglect Information. 2003
• More than 8 million children—11 percent of all children in the United States—live with substance abusing parents.
• More than 2 million children live in families in which the primary problem is illicit drugs; 3.8 million in families in which it is alcohol, and 2.4 million live with parents who abuse alcohol and illicit drugs in combination.
So yes, it takes a village to raise a child and I along with Asella Braxton am seeking to do our part, we have founded S.I.S.T.A.S. (Sisters Inspiring Sisters to Achieve Success) AGAINST ALL ODDS. A nonprofit organization that seeks to eradicate the effects of victimization on young women ages 13 to 18 and ensure their spiritual, familial, societal and financial success through mentorship. Our mission is to empower young women between 13-18 years of age whose lives have been affected by abuse, neglect and dysfunction by providing education, technological and psychological resources.
Please consider supporting our efforts to be a part of the villiage and join us on FB at http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/pages/SISTAS-Against-All-Odds-Inc/144137168934558?ref=search or follow us on twitter @SISTASAAO.
Just the way I see it.Until next time,Nay-Nay
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Mother drags her child by leash
I am outraged, but before I continue watch the attached video and then return to my commentary. (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/08/03/woman-drags-child-on-leas_n_250033.html)
When I first watched this I watched in awe as numerous customers watched the woman drag her child through the store and merely continued shopping, one even took the time to video tape it. (I guess thanks go out to that person because the woman has since been arrested)
Melissa Catherine Smith-Means had her child attached to a book-bag leash, now as a mother of three, I have seen children leashes in the past, however, I never felt I needed one, you see I trained my children from a very young age, when we are in public there will be no clowning, no running around the store, etc. and made sure they understood the consequences if they did. Fortunately for me there were never any major issues, but even if there were, resulting to dragging your child like a common animal throughout the store is uncalled for period.
Even scarier is the fact that you clearly see several store patrons turn and look at Melissa Catherine Smith-Means as she dragged her child and did not intervene. Not even the customer services staff at the Verizon store intervened….clearly you see her carrying a store bag so they sold her products, too me it shows once again, how closed our society has become, how can we as a society be pissed at how Michael Vick treated dogs, yet stand by and watch a human being subjected to such dehumanizing treatment? The child clearly was lucky not to have been slammed into a wall, or display, yet still suffered marks on the neck from the incident (Gable, 2009).
Why I must also ask is this just a video being passed around on the internet and not being presented by the news media? I searched and the only newspaper that I could find carrying the story was the Rome News Tribute, in the town were the incident occurred. Where are the same newscasters who stalked Michael Vick and left no stone unturned investigating his treatment of dogs, when something cruel like this happens to humans?
Melissa Catherine Smith-Means has been charged with felony first-degree cruelty to children according to Gable whose article appears on the Newspaper’s website. And if you’d ask me they should allow some big burly woman in prison to attach Ms. Smith-Means to a rope and drag her around the yard a few times and see how she feels.
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
Gable, J. (2009). Woman arrested on child cruelty charge. Retrieved on August 4, 2009 from http://romenews-tribune.com/pages/full_story?_session_id=7660ac5aa31d6d59dbde8837515c35df&hash=cb_post_comment_2382383&page_label=full_story&id=2382383&content_instance=2382383&need_to_add=true&secure_comments=true&widget=push&open=&_session_id=7660ac5aa31d6d59dbde8837515c35df
When I first watched this I watched in awe as numerous customers watched the woman drag her child through the store and merely continued shopping, one even took the time to video tape it. (I guess thanks go out to that person because the woman has since been arrested)
Melissa Catherine Smith-Means had her child attached to a book-bag leash, now as a mother of three, I have seen children leashes in the past, however, I never felt I needed one, you see I trained my children from a very young age, when we are in public there will be no clowning, no running around the store, etc. and made sure they understood the consequences if they did. Fortunately for me there were never any major issues, but even if there were, resulting to dragging your child like a common animal throughout the store is uncalled for period.
Even scarier is the fact that you clearly see several store patrons turn and look at Melissa Catherine Smith-Means as she dragged her child and did not intervene. Not even the customer services staff at the Verizon store intervened….clearly you see her carrying a store bag so they sold her products, too me it shows once again, how closed our society has become, how can we as a society be pissed at how Michael Vick treated dogs, yet stand by and watch a human being subjected to such dehumanizing treatment? The child clearly was lucky not to have been slammed into a wall, or display, yet still suffered marks on the neck from the incident (Gable, 2009).
Why I must also ask is this just a video being passed around on the internet and not being presented by the news media? I searched and the only newspaper that I could find carrying the story was the Rome News Tribute, in the town were the incident occurred. Where are the same newscasters who stalked Michael Vick and left no stone unturned investigating his treatment of dogs, when something cruel like this happens to humans?
Melissa Catherine Smith-Means has been charged with felony first-degree cruelty to children according to Gable whose article appears on the Newspaper’s website. And if you’d ask me they should allow some big burly woman in prison to attach Ms. Smith-Means to a rope and drag her around the yard a few times and see how she feels.
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
Gable, J. (2009). Woman arrested on child cruelty charge. Retrieved on August 4, 2009 from http://romenews-tribune.com/pages/full_story?_session_id=7660ac5aa31d6d59dbde8837515c35df&hash=cb_post_comment_2382383&page_label=full_story&id=2382383&content_instance=2382383&need_to_add=true&secure_comments=true&widget=push&open=&_session_id=7660ac5aa31d6d59dbde8837515c35df
Thursday, July 9, 2009
An Old Flame......or
Have you ever run into an old love in the airport, at a sporting event, class reunion or on one of the many social utility pages now found on the internet? Memories of what used to be or what could have been float through both of your minds. You may even flirt a little bit just to see if that old spark is still there, but when it comes right down to it you realize that there was a reason that the person was just that an old flame.
I along with many countless others have had the opportunity to reconnect through facebook and several of my college’s alumni sites with old flames. It’s exciting at first, reconnecting with someone who knew you as a teenager, really before you knew yourself who you really were, or connecting with someone from college who shared experiences which helped to make you the man or woman that you now are. You get giddy, and remember all the fun times as you begin to catch up on the last 10, 20 or 30 years of your lives, you relive the memories, and may even joke about what could of, should of, would have been.
I have even heard stories of those who have reconnected and resume relationships just as though time had stood still, but for the most part most of us accept those relationships as what they actually are a part of our pasts, nothing more than a memory that sometimes is nice to revisit, but definitely not worth checking in. Often new relationships are built from past relationships, strong friendships that will continue to last a lifetime; goodness knows who better to put you in check than someone that knows a different side of you, or the best encouragement can come from those who know some of your most intimate secrets.
For those that are able to rekindle with an old flame, I offer the following words of wisdom, just remember they became an old flame for some reason, and the likelihood of that reason still being around is very high. So, me, myself, and I choose to borrow for the lyric of an old War song and am singing “Why can’t we be Friends?” and leaving the flames as flickers of memories past. What about you?
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
I along with many countless others have had the opportunity to reconnect through facebook and several of my college’s alumni sites with old flames. It’s exciting at first, reconnecting with someone who knew you as a teenager, really before you knew yourself who you really were, or connecting with someone from college who shared experiences which helped to make you the man or woman that you now are. You get giddy, and remember all the fun times as you begin to catch up on the last 10, 20 or 30 years of your lives, you relive the memories, and may even joke about what could of, should of, would have been.
I have even heard stories of those who have reconnected and resume relationships just as though time had stood still, but for the most part most of us accept those relationships as what they actually are a part of our pasts, nothing more than a memory that sometimes is nice to revisit, but definitely not worth checking in. Often new relationships are built from past relationships, strong friendships that will continue to last a lifetime; goodness knows who better to put you in check than someone that knows a different side of you, or the best encouragement can come from those who know some of your most intimate secrets.
For those that are able to rekindle with an old flame, I offer the following words of wisdom, just remember they became an old flame for some reason, and the likelihood of that reason still being around is very high. So, me, myself, and I choose to borrow for the lyric of an old War song and am singing “Why can’t we be Friends?” and leaving the flames as flickers of memories past. What about you?
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Saturday Morning Cardio 6-13-09
Here is this week's Saturday Morning Cardio:
You can use it through out the week as well...
Tom Tom Club - Wordy Rappinghood
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=53V7lt7H6m8&feature=related
Ten City - That's The Way Love Is (Underground Mix)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99jHPfkZX3Y
Old School Chicago House Mix
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQze4dTsVjM
Debbie deb when i hear the music
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3naJFhGeDQ
Lisa Lisa & The Cult Jam - I Wonder If I Take You Home
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjkRoHcBedE
Invisible Man's Band - All Night Thing
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PnccRY4eAjI
Young & Company - I Like What You Are Doing To Me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ca31kSFIHWo
You can find each of these songs loaded in WNAY on Facebook.... now get your workout on.
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
You can use it through out the week as well...
Tom Tom Club - Wordy Rappinghood
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=53V7lt7H6m8&feature=related
Ten City - That's The Way Love Is (Underground Mix)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99jHPfkZX3Y
Old School Chicago House Mix
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQze4dTsVjM
Debbie deb when i hear the music
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3naJFhGeDQ
Lisa Lisa & The Cult Jam - I Wonder If I Take You Home
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjkRoHcBedE
Invisible Man's Band - All Night Thing
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PnccRY4eAjI
Young & Company - I Like What You Are Doing To Me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ca31kSFIHWo
You can find each of these songs loaded in WNAY on Facebook.... now get your workout on.
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Saturday Morning Workout
Earlier this week I set about finding a personal trainer to help me in my efforts to get in shape and lose weight. So many of my Facebook family reached out with suggestions of personal trainers, offers of help with planning workouts and words of encouragement, I cannot pen words to say how much it meant to me and how much it has motivated me to continue my journey and reach my goal.
When I recently mentioned to a friend that I really did have to find alternative ways for doing cardio, I was asked “What were the things you used to do and no longer do?” of course my first response was run track, after having run for all of my teenage years and early twenties. Realizing that it would take me a while to get back to running shape, I began to look for other activities that I had given up. While lifting weights today it came to me, I had turned on the old school stations on Direct TV to listen to while I worked out and then it came to me, “dancing” I’ve always loved to dance and as my Facebook family will tell you I love music.
I knew I had found my solution and God was agreeing with me when Marvin Gaye’s “Got to give it up” extended version came on and I found myself putting down the weights and dancing, I was breaking out in a sweat by the end of the song, I changed the station and went back to lifting weights and Kurtis Blow “The Breaks” came on back to dancing again and this time I was singing too, talk about cardio this was it at its best I thought. Finally, I gave up on the weights when Cameo’s “Word-up” started spinning, I decided to spend the next 40 minutes dancing.
This has led me to coming up with the Saturday Morning Cardio. Many of you have expressed that you wished that you had a workout partner or said Nay I wished we lived nearer so we could work out together, Well girlfriends, we gonna do it cyber style….Each Saturday I will post a list of Saturday Morning Cardio, and if I can find the link to the song I will post it as well. Also, I would like everyone to add their tips about working out, alternative methods, words of encouragement and success stories. I’ve said it once and I will say it again this is my year of completion and I am about to do the damn thing…. You with me?
Special hugs to Chaka and Ayiana for allowing me to help in their year of completion, and to allow me to borrow from them “My Year of Completion”, love yall.
Gotta go “And the Beat Goes On” just came on….
This Week’s Saturday Morning Cardio
Marvin Gaye – Got to Give it Up
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AS7ar8G7KiI
Cameo – Word-Up
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-vX4Pgz2rw
Rufus & Chaka Kahn – Do You Love What you feel?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZntRj4gQhNs
Tenna Marie – I need your Loving
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cb9_qrmRucE
Michael Jackson – Don’t Stop til you get enough
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZorRGrDiMsA
Michael Jackson – You Wanna Be Starting Something
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RR6W4QzfMaY
Kurtis Blow – The Breaks
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFGDNGkev7M
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
When I recently mentioned to a friend that I really did have to find alternative ways for doing cardio, I was asked “What were the things you used to do and no longer do?” of course my first response was run track, after having run for all of my teenage years and early twenties. Realizing that it would take me a while to get back to running shape, I began to look for other activities that I had given up. While lifting weights today it came to me, I had turned on the old school stations on Direct TV to listen to while I worked out and then it came to me, “dancing” I’ve always loved to dance and as my Facebook family will tell you I love music.
I knew I had found my solution and God was agreeing with me when Marvin Gaye’s “Got to give it up” extended version came on and I found myself putting down the weights and dancing, I was breaking out in a sweat by the end of the song, I changed the station and went back to lifting weights and Kurtis Blow “The Breaks” came on back to dancing again and this time I was singing too, talk about cardio this was it at its best I thought. Finally, I gave up on the weights when Cameo’s “Word-up” started spinning, I decided to spend the next 40 minutes dancing.
This has led me to coming up with the Saturday Morning Cardio. Many of you have expressed that you wished that you had a workout partner or said Nay I wished we lived nearer so we could work out together, Well girlfriends, we gonna do it cyber style….Each Saturday I will post a list of Saturday Morning Cardio, and if I can find the link to the song I will post it as well. Also, I would like everyone to add their tips about working out, alternative methods, words of encouragement and success stories. I’ve said it once and I will say it again this is my year of completion and I am about to do the damn thing…. You with me?
Special hugs to Chaka and Ayiana for allowing me to help in their year of completion, and to allow me to borrow from them “My Year of Completion”, love yall.
Gotta go “And the Beat Goes On” just came on….
This Week’s Saturday Morning Cardio
Marvin Gaye – Got to Give it Up
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AS7ar8G7KiI
Cameo – Word-Up
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-vX4Pgz2rw
Rufus & Chaka Kahn – Do You Love What you feel?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZntRj4gQhNs
Tenna Marie – I need your Loving
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cb9_qrmRucE
Michael Jackson – Don’t Stop til you get enough
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZorRGrDiMsA
Michael Jackson – You Wanna Be Starting Something
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RR6W4QzfMaY
Kurtis Blow – The Breaks
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFGDNGkev7M
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Mid-life Crisis or Mid-life Crazy
Mid life crisis or mid life crazy, that’s what I am asking myself. Often I heard “old folks” talk about how people lose their minds or find themselves in their forties now I know what they are talking about. As I approached my forties suddenly all the things that I had planned to get to and didn’t suddenly jump out and called to me, parts of myself that I let go, began to chant my name calling me back to reclaim them, I looked and the mirror and could no longer justified my weight gain as “leftover baby fat” and I began to realize that serious self evaluation was needed. As time passed I realized my journey to find answers was going to require a lot more soul searching than I originally thought the questions I asked myself did not provide easy answers.
In my past posts I have mentioned how I never believed that my life would be what it is today as a young adult. Again I was faced with those thoughts as I reconnected with a friend from the past. As my friend and I began to talk I began to wonder was I still that person that they remembered or had I morphed into someone completely different… and in the distant crevices of my mind I realized that I am still that person, I have just forgotten that I was…. Upon realizing this I called a close sista friend and explained my dilemma, “Was I reclaiming that part of me because I was going through a mid-life crisis/mid-life crazy or was I attempting to reclaim that part of me because it’s part of what made me feel good about myself?”
As the question consumed me I became conscious that in my haste to do what was right, I may have laid a very vital part of myself aside, and I missed her. Which led me to wonder how many other parts of me have been placed on a self in order for me to become the best mommy, wife, employee, and friend? And how can I reclaim those parts of me without disrupting my life? As I travel through this journey of my forties, I have come to understand, I need those parts of me to be whole. So if on my journey you see a different side of me, don’t whisper that “she’s changing” or “I just don’t know her anymore” just know that there are many sides to me and I am reclaiming those that I sat aside, mixing them into the fold and introducing you to the whole me.
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
In my past posts I have mentioned how I never believed that my life would be what it is today as a young adult. Again I was faced with those thoughts as I reconnected with a friend from the past. As my friend and I began to talk I began to wonder was I still that person that they remembered or had I morphed into someone completely different… and in the distant crevices of my mind I realized that I am still that person, I have just forgotten that I was…. Upon realizing this I called a close sista friend and explained my dilemma, “Was I reclaiming that part of me because I was going through a mid-life crisis/mid-life crazy or was I attempting to reclaim that part of me because it’s part of what made me feel good about myself?”
As the question consumed me I became conscious that in my haste to do what was right, I may have laid a very vital part of myself aside, and I missed her. Which led me to wonder how many other parts of me have been placed on a self in order for me to become the best mommy, wife, employee, and friend? And how can I reclaim those parts of me without disrupting my life? As I travel through this journey of my forties, I have come to understand, I need those parts of me to be whole. So if on my journey you see a different side of me, don’t whisper that “she’s changing” or “I just don’t know her anymore” just know that there are many sides to me and I am reclaiming those that I sat aside, mixing them into the fold and introducing you to the whole me.
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
We Are Strong and Wise
This recession has hit America hard, so I thought I’d pull some of my old poems out as a method of encouragement for my Black brothers and Sista’s. Enjoy.
For the Bro’s
PHENOMENAL BLACK MAN
Although inflicted with many injustices I still rise; upon my broad powerful shoulders, I carry my family, aspirations and my pride. I am a warrior blazing the trails of success. The leader of family, friends, and tribe I once was crowned with jewels, land, and pride. Society has tried to strip me of my manhood, my dignity, my religion and pride; offered to me inaccurate convictions and images, but yet my roots are planted firmly, my courage still strong and my head held high. I am a Phenomenal Black man and still I rise.
The hunter yet the hunted still never truly trapped, it's the swiftness in my pace, the wisdom in my intellect that keeps me unafraid of the obstacles, affliction, and contempt. My culture dictates my legacy I am father, I am husband; the provider, the educator and the comforter. It is through my story telling and my example that my children will know that I am Phenomenal Black Man and still I rise.
Phenomenal Black Man powerful and wise; For I am the strength, the leader, the hope and the future. I am the symbol of all.
I am a Phenomenal Black Man, and still I rise.
For the Sista’s
MAGNIFICENT BLACK WOMAN
I am ebony, cocoa, coffee cream, chocolate, and spice. I am a Black Woman a Magnificent Sight.
I create such a stir whatever I do. Attracting stares of astonishment, it's the distinction of my stride, and the conviction of my voice. I am a Black Woman a Magnificent Choice.
I am Fire, a burning desire to be the best, a single mother achieving ultimate success; Marching to the rhythm of my personal drum. Steadfast as I nurture my children it's a job that is never entirely done. Oh yeah, I am a Black Woman a Magnificent One.
I am Ice, a craving brilliantly complete curves and angles so smooth and oh so sweet to experience my love is a rate and special treat. I am a Black Woman a Magnificent Feat.
I am Wind, a breeze tenderly, caressing and embracing each degree of life. In one puff, I will cool you on the hottest of nights. Just a draft can motivate, inspire, and enlighten. I am a Black Woman a Magnificent Wife.
I am water, touching every corner of the earth; I am mother but accepted at times as father, teacher, and lover. I infiltrate every aspect of life I take on new and different roles each time I give birth. I am a Black Woman The Magnificent Mother Earth.
We can make it through our struggles we are strong and wise....
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
For the Bro’s
PHENOMENAL BLACK MAN
Although inflicted with many injustices I still rise; upon my broad powerful shoulders, I carry my family, aspirations and my pride. I am a warrior blazing the trails of success. The leader of family, friends, and tribe I once was crowned with jewels, land, and pride. Society has tried to strip me of my manhood, my dignity, my religion and pride; offered to me inaccurate convictions and images, but yet my roots are planted firmly, my courage still strong and my head held high. I am a Phenomenal Black man and still I rise.
The hunter yet the hunted still never truly trapped, it's the swiftness in my pace, the wisdom in my intellect that keeps me unafraid of the obstacles, affliction, and contempt. My culture dictates my legacy I am father, I am husband; the provider, the educator and the comforter. It is through my story telling and my example that my children will know that I am Phenomenal Black Man and still I rise.
Phenomenal Black Man powerful and wise; For I am the strength, the leader, the hope and the future. I am the symbol of all.
I am a Phenomenal Black Man, and still I rise.
For the Sista’s
MAGNIFICENT BLACK WOMAN
I am ebony, cocoa, coffee cream, chocolate, and spice. I am a Black Woman a Magnificent Sight.
I create such a stir whatever I do. Attracting stares of astonishment, it's the distinction of my stride, and the conviction of my voice. I am a Black Woman a Magnificent Choice.
I am Fire, a burning desire to be the best, a single mother achieving ultimate success; Marching to the rhythm of my personal drum. Steadfast as I nurture my children it's a job that is never entirely done. Oh yeah, I am a Black Woman a Magnificent One.
I am Ice, a craving brilliantly complete curves and angles so smooth and oh so sweet to experience my love is a rate and special treat. I am a Black Woman a Magnificent Feat.
I am Wind, a breeze tenderly, caressing and embracing each degree of life. In one puff, I will cool you on the hottest of nights. Just a draft can motivate, inspire, and enlighten. I am a Black Woman a Magnificent Wife.
I am water, touching every corner of the earth; I am mother but accepted at times as father, teacher, and lover. I infiltrate every aspect of life I take on new and different roles each time I give birth. I am a Black Woman The Magnificent Mother Earth.
We can make it through our struggles we are strong and wise....
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
A Season for Completion
As I reach, my mid-forties I have began to reflect on my life on the life that I have lived. My close sista friends, who are also at the age of reflection, and I have began discussions on our life’s journey’s. We all have come to one similar conclusion, as young girls we dreamt a different journey for ourselves, be it our love lives, finances, social standing, education, career paths, or physical appearances we realize that we aren’t quite in the place where we thought we’d be.
Maybe it is the choices we made or decisions made for us, it doesn’t really matter it was GOD’s will, his plan is far greater that any we can imagine. He knows when it’s the right time, he knows when it’s a season for completion. In your mind, the time may be perfect, but GOD has other plans, he knows that there are tasks that you must complete on your life’s journey before you are ready.
For me it was motherhood, I thought it was getting my degree and becoming a well-known Child Psychologist but you see GOD had other plans. I got married dropped out of college and had a baby. Soon thereafter, divorced and became a single mother, throughout the years, I had many challenges and struggles, hell some days I feel like I am still in the struggle. But, despite the challenges and struggles there were many, many motherhood moments I would never trade, there were lessons I learned from the experiences I encounter which helped to make me the person I am today.
My season has come, in a few weeks I will watch my oldest graduate from Bethune Cookman University and just a few short weeks later I will reach my season of completion and graduate with my BA in Psychology. Each of us has started a task and failed to complete it at sometime in our lives, don’t be discouraged, keep it as a goal, and be prepared because you never know when GOD has planned your season of completion.
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
Maybe it is the choices we made or decisions made for us, it doesn’t really matter it was GOD’s will, his plan is far greater that any we can imagine. He knows when it’s the right time, he knows when it’s a season for completion. In your mind, the time may be perfect, but GOD has other plans, he knows that there are tasks that you must complete on your life’s journey before you are ready.
For me it was motherhood, I thought it was getting my degree and becoming a well-known Child Psychologist but you see GOD had other plans. I got married dropped out of college and had a baby. Soon thereafter, divorced and became a single mother, throughout the years, I had many challenges and struggles, hell some days I feel like I am still in the struggle. But, despite the challenges and struggles there were many, many motherhood moments I would never trade, there were lessons I learned from the experiences I encounter which helped to make me the person I am today.
My season has come, in a few weeks I will watch my oldest graduate from Bethune Cookman University and just a few short weeks later I will reach my season of completion and graduate with my BA in Psychology. Each of us has started a task and failed to complete it at sometime in our lives, don’t be discouraged, keep it as a goal, and be prepared because you never know when GOD has planned your season of completion.
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
Monday, April 20, 2009
Secrets
Sometimes you can be put in a situation where you are required to own up to your past. African Americans have been taught since slavery that there are things that you just do not discuss. Whispered stories are shared, and everyone seems to know but it is deemed a secret. Not much thought is given to how the “secret” event has affected the other parties involved, what is required for them to survive the “secret”, only that the “secret” is kept.
If you dare share the “secret”, even if it is for your own sanity, healing, or survival, it is considered treason among the masses. The betrayer of the “secret” is made to feel like they committed the act, not that they were to a victim of the actions of others. You have to ask is the “secret” is worth denying at least one of the parties a chance to heal, to move forward, too seek acceptance that they too were the wronged party.
Everything done in darkness comes to light, and at some point secrets have a way of escaping and making you accountable for your actions. I learned a long time ago that I have to accept responsibilities for my actions, do I have “secrets” yes, but I am well aware that there may come a time that I must own up to them. I just wish others felt the same, and rather than find me the defector, remember that I just like them was not the artist of this canvas we call life, just a victim trying to survive it.
The healing process each one chooses may not be the same as yours, and that is all right, “secrets” have a way of affecting everyone differently. Therefore, don’t challenge the method that another has chosen to use to deal with the “secret” chose to accept that we don’t have to continue the legacy of “secrets” we can chose to put the burden of the “secret” back in its rightful spot and allow the person or people to take responsibility for this mess they created.
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
If you dare share the “secret”, even if it is for your own sanity, healing, or survival, it is considered treason among the masses. The betrayer of the “secret” is made to feel like they committed the act, not that they were to a victim of the actions of others. You have to ask is the “secret” is worth denying at least one of the parties a chance to heal, to move forward, too seek acceptance that they too were the wronged party.
Everything done in darkness comes to light, and at some point secrets have a way of escaping and making you accountable for your actions. I learned a long time ago that I have to accept responsibilities for my actions, do I have “secrets” yes, but I am well aware that there may come a time that I must own up to them. I just wish others felt the same, and rather than find me the defector, remember that I just like them was not the artist of this canvas we call life, just a victim trying to survive it.
The healing process each one chooses may not be the same as yours, and that is all right, “secrets” have a way of affecting everyone differently. Therefore, don’t challenge the method that another has chosen to use to deal with the “secret” chose to accept that we don’t have to continue the legacy of “secrets” we can chose to put the burden of the “secret” back in its rightful spot and allow the person or people to take responsibility for this mess they created.
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Young Sista
Something I put together while waiting for a friend in a government facility.... as I watched the young sista's come and go, I penned "Young Sista" ... As always your thoughts and comments are welcomed.
Young Sista
Hold your head up high
Your struggles seem to
Weigh you down, but keep
The faith good things will come
Young Sista
You may be pregnant and it’s unplanned
Make your choices and take a firm
Stand, but make sure finishing your
Education is a part of your plans
Young Sista
I hear you are looking for love
And in all the wrong places
Gang members, dropouts, drug dealers
Will love you for the moment but not
Til the end
Young Sista
You are our future, and yours
Should be bright
So when you make choices
Try and do what’s right
Young Sista
Learn from life and not just your books
There’s an opportunity to learn
No matter where you look
Make the world your school and
Information and knowledge your tools
Young Sista
Take time to pause, you’ve got
Your whole life ahead of you
Determine who you are and what you
Are destine to do, face the challenges
Obstacles and forge on make your goal
Your main cause
Young Sista
You are not alone
There are many of us who
Once walked in your shoes
Keep your head up and stand strong
Take advantage of all that life has to offer
Cause young sista the
World is yours
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
Young Sista
Hold your head up high
Your struggles seem to
Weigh you down, but keep
The faith good things will come
Young Sista
You may be pregnant and it’s unplanned
Make your choices and take a firm
Stand, but make sure finishing your
Education is a part of your plans
Young Sista
I hear you are looking for love
And in all the wrong places
Gang members, dropouts, drug dealers
Will love you for the moment but not
Til the end
Young Sista
You are our future, and yours
Should be bright
So when you make choices
Try and do what’s right
Young Sista
Learn from life and not just your books
There’s an opportunity to learn
No matter where you look
Make the world your school and
Information and knowledge your tools
Young Sista
Take time to pause, you’ve got
Your whole life ahead of you
Determine who you are and what you
Are destine to do, face the challenges
Obstacles and forge on make your goal
Your main cause
Young Sista
You are not alone
There are many of us who
Once walked in your shoes
Keep your head up and stand strong
Take advantage of all that life has to offer
Cause young sista the
World is yours
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Best of Planners
Self-reflection can bring smiles of joy or tears of sadness. Over the last month, I have found myself experiencing both ends of the spectrum. I guess it is something that is going around because most of my close sista friends have been expressing the same sentiments over the last few years as we have entered our forties.
A few months ago a close sista friend and I were talking, we have been friends since we were in Junior High School, so we have know each other during the high and low points of our lives. Both of us remarked almost at the same point in the conversation, how as 16 year olds we never dreamed that we would be living the lives that we are living now and wonder how we made it to this point. Another long-term friend and I spoke recently and our conversation turned to the men in our lives, be both thought back to our childhood and again remarked that we had different plans back then.
You see self-reflection allows you to look at the paths that you have traveled and the plans that you made and clearly show you that God is the best of planners. So the fact that my one sista friend and I aren’t in a place that we planned to be or my other sista friend and I don’t have men that we created a mental picture of as little girls does not mean that we are not exactly where God intended us to be.
A few weeks ago, I commented to a friend, who I recently reconnected with on Facebook, "finding and reconnecting with so many old friends has made me think back to a saying we passed around as teenagers" ‘There are friends for a reason, friends for a season, and friends for life." So many of us made plans when we graduated to stay in touch, visit each other at college and to remain best of friends for life, but God had other plans we went our separate ways and led separate lives.
So no matter the emotion I feel when I pause on life’s journey to reflect on my past, present and future, I know that there will be people who are there for a reason, for a season, and for life. I will understand that I may end up in situations that I wonder how I arrived, and I may connect with people who are on this journey with me for just a season, I know that it’s God’s plan and there is not one better.
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
A few months ago a close sista friend and I were talking, we have been friends since we were in Junior High School, so we have know each other during the high and low points of our lives. Both of us remarked almost at the same point in the conversation, how as 16 year olds we never dreamed that we would be living the lives that we are living now and wonder how we made it to this point. Another long-term friend and I spoke recently and our conversation turned to the men in our lives, be both thought back to our childhood and again remarked that we had different plans back then.
You see self-reflection allows you to look at the paths that you have traveled and the plans that you made and clearly show you that God is the best of planners. So the fact that my one sista friend and I aren’t in a place that we planned to be or my other sista friend and I don’t have men that we created a mental picture of as little girls does not mean that we are not exactly where God intended us to be.
A few weeks ago, I commented to a friend, who I recently reconnected with on Facebook, "finding and reconnecting with so many old friends has made me think back to a saying we passed around as teenagers" ‘There are friends for a reason, friends for a season, and friends for life." So many of us made plans when we graduated to stay in touch, visit each other at college and to remain best of friends for life, but God had other plans we went our separate ways and led separate lives.
So no matter the emotion I feel when I pause on life’s journey to reflect on my past, present and future, I know that there will be people who are there for a reason, for a season, and for life. I will understand that I may end up in situations that I wonder how I arrived, and I may connect with people who are on this journey with me for just a season, I know that it’s God’s plan and there is not one better.
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
What Has Happened to Our Youth
What has happened to our youth, gone are the innocent days of playing freeze tag, riding bikes, playing double dutch, jacks on the steps while boys play stick ball, handball and football in the yard. Remember playing catch a girl kiss a girl? Hoping you were caught just not by your parents. Racing to make it to the front steps before the street light came on, or how about being crammed in front of the one black and white or colored television watching shows like the “The Brady Bunch”, “Sanford and Son” or “Fat Albert”, children were innocent then.
Where did my generation go wrong? Why is it that we became so concerned with having the biggest house, nicest clothes, most expensive car, or the bling of gold and riches? Consider the fact that we had affordable outlets such as Girl Scouts, Boy Scouts, Jack, and Jill, Black Greek Fraternities & Sororities, and church youth groups, to keep us busy. After all idle time is the devil’s playground, as my grandmother use to remind me. How did we become so engrossed in everything else but maintaining and funding such programs for our children.
What has happened to our youth when, sex has become a daily part of their lives, if it isn’t seen in a movie or music video, it’s found in public places as people have lost all decorum when it comes to public displays of affection. Remember when you got your first hickey? You did your best to hide it from your parents, now day’s kids are emailing or texting naked pictures of themselves, joining in same sex activities, group sex, and oral sex and bragging about it. What happen to their innocence?
Where did my generation go wrong? Why is it that we make excuses for the scantly clothed women our son’s see just about everywhere, we ignore the vulgar names that are often used to describe our daughters, saying it’s just a phase that this generation is going through. But lord knows if you had used such words growing up you would have had your mouth washed out with soap. Why do we let our youth get away with it then?
The fix is not going to be easy, anything that is worth fixing never is, but we can do it. Let us start by making activities affordable for families to put their children in; I am tired of seeing children standing on busy street corners begging for money just to participate in an activity. Let’s make a commitment to make time to volunteer lead activities for children. Let’s dedicate our energies to reclaiming our children’s innocence.
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
Where did my generation go wrong? Why is it that we became so concerned with having the biggest house, nicest clothes, most expensive car, or the bling of gold and riches? Consider the fact that we had affordable outlets such as Girl Scouts, Boy Scouts, Jack, and Jill, Black Greek Fraternities & Sororities, and church youth groups, to keep us busy. After all idle time is the devil’s playground, as my grandmother use to remind me. How did we become so engrossed in everything else but maintaining and funding such programs for our children.
What has happened to our youth when, sex has become a daily part of their lives, if it isn’t seen in a movie or music video, it’s found in public places as people have lost all decorum when it comes to public displays of affection. Remember when you got your first hickey? You did your best to hide it from your parents, now day’s kids are emailing or texting naked pictures of themselves, joining in same sex activities, group sex, and oral sex and bragging about it. What happen to their innocence?
Where did my generation go wrong? Why is it that we make excuses for the scantly clothed women our son’s see just about everywhere, we ignore the vulgar names that are often used to describe our daughters, saying it’s just a phase that this generation is going through. But lord knows if you had used such words growing up you would have had your mouth washed out with soap. Why do we let our youth get away with it then?
The fix is not going to be easy, anything that is worth fixing never is, but we can do it. Let us start by making activities affordable for families to put their children in; I am tired of seeing children standing on busy street corners begging for money just to participate in an activity. Let’s make a commitment to make time to volunteer lead activities for children. Let’s dedicate our energies to reclaiming our children’s innocence.
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
My Greatest Come Back
This is a repost from my Helium.com account, I wrote it about a year ago and yes it is a true story. My son now is 12 years old, a honor student, runs track (yes he is as good as I was at that age), plays football and an all around well young man.
A few days ago after my post about the March of Dimes one of my friends from college who I have recently reconnected with and I were talking about the article; I told her about this incident and promised to post the story. So Roz here you go.....
As always I enjoy reader response and discussion.
What started out as a normal Saturday filled with household chores and basketball ended with my two and half year old dying. I was awaken earlier in the morning by my two and half year old son tickling my nose, "Mama I want breakfast" he begged. "Okay, give mama a chance to wake up" I requested as I slowly removed the covers and headed to the bathroom to wash up. Breakfast was soon made and I began my weekend chores, washed my hair, and prepared for my eleven year olds afternoon basketball game.
The basketball game was uneventful, my son scored 18 points leading his team to victory as my youngest son, my mother, my husband, and I cheered from the stands. To celebrate we stopped at a local pizza shop, ordered cheese steaks and hot wings and headed home to celebrate the teams win. It was a chilly Saturday in late January so my husband started a fire while we played Uno with the children and munched on wings. Shortly, thereafter my two and half year old began to whine and cry, thinking he must be sleepy since he missed his afternoon nap, I changed his pull-up and laid him down for a nap.
Shortly thereafter I crept down the hall for a quick peek on my sleeping son, it was then that I first noticed that something was wrong, he was whimpering and did not seem to be asleep, I called to my husband as I scooped up my son. There was not a temperature, and he did not appear to be in pain, he just did not seem to be able to get comfortable enough to go to sleep. My husband volunteered to lay with my son, placing him on his chest and singing soft lullabies, but that did not work, thus I was quickly on the phone to the Pediatrician's office. Just my luck the person on call was the Nurse Practitioner who recommended that I try a bottle of Jamaican water to help because it sounded like gas to her. Lucky I knew what the signs of gas were and did not listen to her advice instead we dressed quickly and headed to the nearest hospital.
As you would know good fortune was not on my side, the van was almost empty, and we needed gas to travel to the hospital, we headed to the nearest gas station. My husband pumped gas while I went in the store to pay the store was about two hundred feet from the gas pumps. While waiting in line I heard my son who was in his car seat scream "Mommy, help me" I left my checkbook and driver's license with the clerk promising to return when I could to conclude the purchase I ran to the car and off to the hospital we sped.
Upon arriving at the hospital, we were seen rather quickly to our surprise. The nurse who assessed my son quickly called over to another head triage nurse and requested assistance they found my son to be in bradycardia distress and rushed us in the emergency room. Hours passes with all sort of tests being conducted and still no answer. During this time, we reached out to family for support.
As I sat in the room with my son holding him and praying he open his eyes from the coma that he had been in for the last few hours pointing to the wall, "look at the lady with the pretty white dress" he exclaimed. Perplexed, I looked around and responded "where sweetie" and watched as he pointed to the ceiling. "I don't see anything," I told him. "Look at the water on the wall" he shouted, both my mother and I turned and saw nothing. Suddenly, the heart monitor started beeping; my son had gone limp in my arms as doctors and nurses rushed into the room grabbing him from my arms.
Finally, after several very long minutes, the heart monitor returned to its normal slow steady beep and we were informed that they were sending my son to ICU, they did not know what was wrong with him, and it would be best if we called our religious leader to join us. We spent the next forty-eight hours in prayer watching our son as he went in and out of a coma.
Without an explanation, my son awoke Monday morning demanding breakfast, "I want eggs and grits," he screamed as he banged on his crib. The nurse rushed to check on us and then left the room to call for the doctor. We spent several hours waiting on new test results and were finally released to go home.
My son suffered no ill effects from his experience and is now a handsome, athletic, straight "A" eleven year old. I would say this has been our family's greatest comeback.
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
A few days ago after my post about the March of Dimes one of my friends from college who I have recently reconnected with and I were talking about the article; I told her about this incident and promised to post the story. So Roz here you go.....
As always I enjoy reader response and discussion.
What started out as a normal Saturday filled with household chores and basketball ended with my two and half year old dying. I was awaken earlier in the morning by my two and half year old son tickling my nose, "Mama I want breakfast" he begged. "Okay, give mama a chance to wake up" I requested as I slowly removed the covers and headed to the bathroom to wash up. Breakfast was soon made and I began my weekend chores, washed my hair, and prepared for my eleven year olds afternoon basketball game.
The basketball game was uneventful, my son scored 18 points leading his team to victory as my youngest son, my mother, my husband, and I cheered from the stands. To celebrate we stopped at a local pizza shop, ordered cheese steaks and hot wings and headed home to celebrate the teams win. It was a chilly Saturday in late January so my husband started a fire while we played Uno with the children and munched on wings. Shortly, thereafter my two and half year old began to whine and cry, thinking he must be sleepy since he missed his afternoon nap, I changed his pull-up and laid him down for a nap.
Shortly thereafter I crept down the hall for a quick peek on my sleeping son, it was then that I first noticed that something was wrong, he was whimpering and did not seem to be asleep, I called to my husband as I scooped up my son. There was not a temperature, and he did not appear to be in pain, he just did not seem to be able to get comfortable enough to go to sleep. My husband volunteered to lay with my son, placing him on his chest and singing soft lullabies, but that did not work, thus I was quickly on the phone to the Pediatrician's office. Just my luck the person on call was the Nurse Practitioner who recommended that I try a bottle of Jamaican water to help because it sounded like gas to her. Lucky I knew what the signs of gas were and did not listen to her advice instead we dressed quickly and headed to the nearest hospital.
As you would know good fortune was not on my side, the van was almost empty, and we needed gas to travel to the hospital, we headed to the nearest gas station. My husband pumped gas while I went in the store to pay the store was about two hundred feet from the gas pumps. While waiting in line I heard my son who was in his car seat scream "Mommy, help me" I left my checkbook and driver's license with the clerk promising to return when I could to conclude the purchase I ran to the car and off to the hospital we sped.
Upon arriving at the hospital, we were seen rather quickly to our surprise. The nurse who assessed my son quickly called over to another head triage nurse and requested assistance they found my son to be in bradycardia distress and rushed us in the emergency room. Hours passes with all sort of tests being conducted and still no answer. During this time, we reached out to family for support.
As I sat in the room with my son holding him and praying he open his eyes from the coma that he had been in for the last few hours pointing to the wall, "look at the lady with the pretty white dress" he exclaimed. Perplexed, I looked around and responded "where sweetie" and watched as he pointed to the ceiling. "I don't see anything," I told him. "Look at the water on the wall" he shouted, both my mother and I turned and saw nothing. Suddenly, the heart monitor started beeping; my son had gone limp in my arms as doctors and nurses rushed into the room grabbing him from my arms.
Finally, after several very long minutes, the heart monitor returned to its normal slow steady beep and we were informed that they were sending my son to ICU, they did not know what was wrong with him, and it would be best if we called our religious leader to join us. We spent the next forty-eight hours in prayer watching our son as he went in and out of a coma.
Without an explanation, my son awoke Monday morning demanding breakfast, "I want eggs and grits," he screamed as he banged on his crib. The nurse rushed to check on us and then left the room to call for the doctor. We spent several hours waiting on new test results and were finally released to go home.
My son suffered no ill effects from his experience and is now a handsome, athletic, straight "A" eleven year old. I would say this has been our family's greatest comeback.
Just the way I see it.
Until next time,
Nay-Nay
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