Thursday, July 24, 2014

To All Of My "Good" Men

"I'm a good man, Storm. Most men out here don't do half of what I do. Isn't that good enough?! Shouldn't that satisfy you?" 
In honor of another one of my infamous fights on the battlefield of love with T.N, I have decided to pen out a public letter. I mean, why not? Lol

Dear Good Men,
No . . . just no. For some woman, a good man is not enough. Here me out now. There are woman in this world who have truly worked on themselves. Their parents may have invested much love and finances to help the process along however for the most part they have worked on themselves. And by work I mean they took the time out to get to know themselves. Strengths and weaknesses. They have transformed their passions into sound financial investments for their future. They consider their future soul mates when calculating the pros and cons of significant lifetime decision. They have educated themselves so as to be an asset to whomever and or whatever they choose to contribute their time to. Sometimes even fanatical measures are taken in the name of aesthetic pleasure for the one who will eventually prove to be our lifetime partner (braces, excessive fitness regimen, hell even ass shots). All of this because we have developed a sense of self love that extends out to anyone we choose to love as well. In marriage the two do become one. If you find yourself blessed enough to be engaged in a mature relationship with a female like the one I have described to you, understand this, you are already good enough. But if you love the Queen that you're attracted to then you need to be a King to hold her attraction. And having royal moments do not equate to you being a King. Lately, the epidemic of less than substantial men roaming around and populating the earth has grown out of control. So good men believe that they should be more than enough by comparison. And they are for women who have not yet elevated themselves to a royal status. But no successful kingdom ever remains idle. It is always in a state of evolution; forward progression preferably. A Queen should not be nagging you either. If she comes home and drops $400 on the table, your mind should already be formulating ideas on how to double that currency. Not expressing gratitude at both of you having $200. Good enough is not the legacy you aim to leave for your children. So that's a definite no, a good man is not enough for me. Not for a Queen. Well, let me speak for myself: I know who I am and what I bring to the table. When you are my man, it is my duty to demand more of you.  I need you to be great. I need you to be exceptional. I need you to be what I am to you and more. Much more. And I need not to ask. You should know that as your soul mate, I see greatness in you even when you may not see it yourself.  I love you and aspire to be with you because I know what you are capable of. You aren't lucky to be with me. Luck has nothing to do with it. There is something in you that speaks to me on a level you may have yet to comprehend. Trust me. A woman's intuition is phenomenal. We aren't asking more of you to soothe our covetous desires. We just believe in you that much. Be grateful. Good man should only be a temporary status. And if that isn't an idea you agree with then your relationship such a woman will always be riddled with problems. As a matter of fact, do yourself a favor and discontinue any relationship with a woman who's demand for a better you is overwhelming you to the point of unhappiness. It isn't fair to you both as she will always be relentless in her search for a lifetime of elevation. Her ambition could consume a sea of "I love you's"and never even begin to quench it's thirst. You two just aren't compatible. And that is okay. Life can be funny that way. Be "good" at letting it go. When you make the assertion for her to be satisfied with "good", you are telling her to settle. And that's unacceptable. Don't be that guy. 
                                   With Love, 
                                               A Great Woman

Friday, July 18, 2014

Separation Anxiety



I work hard. Really hard. The welfare of children is my highest priority so finding that work/home balance is difficult. My blessings come in abundance however my children having their father play an active role in their life is one a major one. My girls love me when I'm there and then pour all that loving on their father when I'm not. My son is a little older (4 precious years). His level of comprehension doesn't forgive my absence so easily. I try my best to explain how much his comfort depends on these "absences" however the maturation needed for this type of logic is something he has yet to possess. So I do a couple things to ease the separation anxiety. Three things to be exact.


  1. Stimulation
  2. Personal Time
  3. Buy them
Stimulation: First things first, I see to it that the children have little time to miss me. Our home pays homage to the ingeniousness that the children tend to display. Play kitchens and train sets for imaginative play. A water table...well just because my Aquarians love water. *smile* Building blocks to promote motor/spatial skills. An easel to encourage creativity and free thinking. Sport accessories for their athletic genes to thrive (I hope...lol...I suck at sports). Hot wheels and dolls are thrown in for fun. Hardcover books that they can pick up and read themselves (either classics or written by African American authors). Etc, etc, etc. When all is said and done their father can set up a movie for them to watch. Mainstream television isn't my thing so thank God for Netflix and DVD's. They're engaged from the time that they first arrive home up until bedtime. 
Personal Time: Now this is of utmost significance. The girls are twins however they have the most disparate personalities. Baby A is energetic like her brother; she loves to play. Our solo time consists of lots of imaginative play, me teaching her how to play new games and singing. Baby B is a quiet soul who is more to herself than anything. When we're not cuddling we are reading together. Sometimes she just flips pages to her own book while I read mine. And L.P *sigh* I'm not sure if it's the age of the sex however he requires a lot! We hike, dine at local restaurants, park hop, free play at Rec centers, grocery shop together, trips to the pool, trips to the library, race, feed Kingston (out cat), play in the rain, and so many other things. There are times where he pulls me away from the family to play with the trains in his room by ourselves. Whenever those three have to go without "solo" time, they literally fight for my attention and time. They miss me more when I'm away because they haven't had "enough" of me. So I definitely do what I have to to give each of them their time. 
Buy Them: There is no shame in my game. Sometimes my son isn't having it. His eyes swell up with tears and he finds every use of his limited vocabulary to let me know how much I can't leave (this includes jumping in front of the door and blocking me). Most people consider this a tantrum however I it charming. He's upset that I'm leaving and this is how he's expressing it. Cool. I get that silly Mommy guilt though. We both feel terrible. So if I see that it's going to be one of those days, I plan in advance to take a trip to a local store with him. I get him a little toy (usually something that compliments what he already has) and by the time I have to say the evil words good bye; he's good. Seriously, he's like "Okay, Mommy bye!" as he rips open the package to his new toy. I drift away slowly. Everyone's happy. 

*Here's an extra one for ya. If I ever have to leave before I get to see them come home I leave little love notes or a toy or a book in their room. Just a little something to say I know you miss me but I already miss you first. Their father tells me that they get so excited when they find it (warms my heart!).       


And to be real, I hear complaints about $$$ all of the time from other parents. I buy mine a water table and they call me rich as they order a second pair of Jordan's for their (child)ren. I won't get into priorities right now (kids having name brands but no room to call their own, luxury vehicles but no home, kids with tablets yet virtually illiterate, you know what I mean). No one has left an inheritance for me yet so trust me when I say I know all about hard times. Old movies and toys can be purchased from a thrift store (I love thrift stores!). Racing in a backyard is free.  Parks are free. Walks are free. Those books in the picture were in the dollar section at Target. Books for a dollar! And my personal favorite; love notes are free 99 baby.  


Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Staccato Pulses (Poem)

I think about you so often
It exhausts me
What is this sorcery?
That makes me put you before me
It's haunting
The way my heart beats when you're talking
Staccato pulses
The rhythm breaks as love pours in
I am yours then
And there is no greater fortune
Serenity, joy, protection.....I am your fortress
So won't you walk in
And enjoy the view
Get to know what it means when I say I love you
Get lost in me, get lost in the truth
Explore my ugly, enjoy my beautiful
Hold and hug me
Ecstasy in intervals
Things won't be perfect
But I'll perfect my point of view
And know for certain
This here holds no greater roots
You are that person
The one I trust
The one I choose
So be that person
The one I love
Perpetual muse