Peace and many Blessings Sistahs,
I pray that all is well with each and every one of you. May the Most High bless you and guide you to you.
I am writing this blog because I am a first time mother, ( in this existence) and I have some questions.
I have sought a more natural/traditional lifestyle for me and my daughter. We are both vegan and we tend to follow a more spiritual lifestyle. My daughter is almost fourteen months and is very expressive and observant. I love her very much. My mother feels that I don't do a very good job at disciplining her, but my thing is, I want her to explore. I do not want to be the person responsible for suppressing her inner voice. I believe that if I create a solid foundation for her, her wise spirit will follow. We chose each other for a reason and though I am to nuture and protect her I am not to make her into what I want her to be. I just work at being the best me that I can be to show her how to be her best no matter what.

Yeah ,I know alot of you are saying,no she didn't call that child a prosti-tot.Yes I did!A baby or child in HOE Training!That is exactly what I call these kids who's mammies are training them and or putting this sex suggestive thought's and activities on these children.They are being modeled as little versions of their mothers.Only a hoe or hoe minded female would allow their 2yr.old to engage in such activities.I thought the stilettos for infants was bad enough.I knew this was coming,I just didn't think it would be so soon.To think when I made the comment on stiletto post ,"what's next stripper poles for 2 yr.olds" and here it is.Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't it our JOB as parents to keep our daughters off the damm pole period?2 or 20!

Okay this is my one and only my precious son who is two but who is so independent stubborn and determined to be him. The dilemma he's too grown for his own good. Opening the fridge front door running through the yard to granny's and feeding the dog are just a few examples of his many shenanigans. Well he's two and potty training for over 6 months started well and now we're climbing back up the mountain after a very murderous fall. It was going well but he was in daycare and they only want pullups. Then we moved back home to mom's and were commuting so the time and traveling threw all the progress back 500 yards or so. Then he became very adamant that he didn't want to do it. Now I'm SAHM and have been trying in vain to get him fully pottied in underwear only. Success 50/50 most days and 75/25 others. He just learned how to urinate standing he is so excited that he runs to the toilet just to stand up but he forgot how to BM through his excitement. So here we go again more time and patience to achieve Big Boy status by his 3rd bday in June. So send me BLESSINGS on this perilous journey of the Potty.

Woe is me...

I work at a Youth Development Center
A Youth Development Center is a "treatment program" for juveniles adjudicated delinquent
it is a place to house criminals under the age of nineteen
I am a counselor here
I am the person these young men discuss their problems , their fears, their concerns with
it is a junior jail
Most of our students leave here and either very promptly return here or go on to the big boy house as we call actual prison/jail in here

As a mother, this place drains me, frightens me and enlightens me all at once, every day
Most of my students attach to me pretty quickly because I do not cuss them out, or hit them or degrade them
Because those are the methods of "counseling" that are used in here
One of them...an intelligent young man who has an 8year adult sentence to do...calls me "moma"...his own mama is in prison and feels that her motherly duty is to send him sexuallly explicit mail from her cellmate...whom he considers his woman...he is sixteen, she is thirtyfive

This place, makes me hold on to my children more tightly, to watch them more closely and to love them more deeply

I am a first time mother and at times i wonder am i doing everything correct. Everyday there is something new i am learning and i wonder am i on the correct path? I don't have my mother around( i was adopted she has gone on to a better place) to guide me and i feel as though at times i am going the wrong way. I look at my son and say Thank you for choosing me i may mess up at times but i will get it wright one day till then work with mama till then. If anyone out there has any advice on being a mother i will Gladly accept. I will let you all Know how we are doing.

YeYo29

This really is the hardest job in the world. I'm no one's mother... But just babysitting shoves me in to reality. You have to be ready. Focused.... and have a good head on your shoulders. I wonder how people have five and six or sometimes more children. I could never understand what it takes until I get there (that's if I do). It takes discipline and understanding, patience and creativity, nurturing and affection (they aren't one and the same, trust) and most of all the ability to let go.

I say the latter as most of all because I have found that to be the hardest thing for a mother to do. I mean, come on, she's raised you to become the person you are and all of a sudden she has just let you fly free? Yes. That's what life is about and sometimes its harded for her seed to just let go. So it goes both ways.

My earliest memories are lying in your lap and being rocked to sleep
Trying to suck my thumb and you telling me that that would make my teeth look like Bugs Bunny...vanity got me even then...smile...so I stopped

Sleeping with you in our bed in Grandmaw's house, with the big portrait of you that hung over the fire place in our room...looking at that portrait every day and thinking how beautiful you are and praying to look like you

The sweet smell that permeated our room

Of being left at your best friend's mother's house and how long the hours would seem before I saw you again...and how I would cry an cry and cry myself to sleep cause I could not stand or understand being separated from you, your sweet smell and your face

You coming home from work and bringing me half eaten packages of life savers, being jiggled on your lap while you talked on the phone....not really liking it BUT not wanting it to end, cause I wanted to be close to you

Standing up beside you in our red VWbug and you putting your hand out to shield me when the car stopped

This is my Home Management Blog. I am a young homemaker. I have been married since I was 18. One of my main goals in life is to be a wonderful mother, wife and woman. After 5 years of trying to figure out the housewife and home maker thing, I think I have it somewhat figured out.

This poem came off the top of my head . Created 3/23/08

The one, my vessel , Most High's chosen path to breathe
Her wisdom her courage, my orisha praise thee!!

her pain, the wisdom that makes me see. her her profile, her style, her beauty inspires me.

The one
in union with man created me,but in shelter , protection, transition of SOUL came through SHE.

The one
the union, the bond of love that i be.
From breast, in her nest, in peace by land, by air or by sea.

The one my umi, mi madre, mama, ma, mum, mami.
many names she carries all rightfully hers to be

HEAR ME MA SPIRIT, GREAT ANCESTORS I THANK THEE, TIS FROM YOU LIVES SHE, & THROUGH SHE I LIVE IN THEE.

Namaste

This poem was inspired by my mother & my grandmother, who now reigns in the spirit world since March 13 2007....I miss you Mami.

Blessed be.

Nyblaque

This poem came off the top of my head . Created 3/23/08

The one, my vessel , Most High's chosen path to breathe
Her wisdom her courage, my orisha praise thee!!

her pain, the wisdom that makes me see. her her profile, her style, her beauty inspires me.

The one
in union with man created me,but in shelter , protection, transition of SOUL came through SHE.

The one
the union, the bond of love that i be.
From breast, in her nest, in peace by land, by air or by sea.

The one my umi, mi madre, mama, ma, mum, mami.
many names she carries all rightfully hers to be

HEAR ME MA SPIRIT, GREAT ANCESTORS I THANK THEE, TIS FROM YOU LIVES SHE, & THROUGH SHE I LIVE IN THEE.

Namaste

This poem was inspired by my mother & my grandmother, who now reigns in the spirit world since March 13 2007....I miss you Mami.

Blessed be.

Nyblaque

From my bone marrow to my hair follicles

I am Oshun's Child

This colors everything I do

Everything I say

Everything I am

It makes much of my life a mystery to "mainstream" individuals and it allows me to see the daily rituals and mediations in what most simply consider a part of life

 My 15 years of Orisha worship and priesthood work have taught me that in order to truly devote yourself to the Orisha in the Western world you must be willing to turn a deaf ear to that consciously silent but subconsciously ever buzzing overwhelmingly influential inner voice Daniel Quinn called "Mother Culture" in the highly recommended life changing story of Ishmael. "Mother Culture" was Quinn's name for the ways and mores of society that have become so much a part of our psyche that they subconsciously led and guide our actions at all times. Like some cosmic check and balance system, to make sure that we do not stray to far from what our "culture" teaches us is the norm, even in our thoughts

The Rites of Women Pt. 2
By Rev. Dr. Tonya K. Freeman

Rite of Passage: Celebrating the Mother to Be

As a woman awaits the birth of her child, there is a ritual that is practiced in America and it is called a baby shower. It is the closest that we come to celebrating the state of being that a woman is in…the anticipation of the “almost here time.”

There is another ritual that is becoming popular known as the Blessing Way Ceremony in honor of the Navajo Tradition. Some call it a Belly Blessing or Mother Blessing but it came to me as the “One Who Carries Life Within Blessing.” These celebrations usually take place in the latter part of the Oneness. Women who are family members and/or friends come to celebrate the wonders of Motherhood.

When women gather in SiStarhood there is a healing effect that is in place. The bond that is formed in ritual is very strong and lifetime friendships develop.

The celebration is usually planned by female members of the family, close friends or even a woman who facilitates these types of rituals and ceremonies. In fact the Mother to Be can create her own ceremony if she is so moved.

My nine year old son Julius’s confidence is quite remarkable. At 9 he believes he can do anything he sets his mind to. I sometimes sit in awe of the belief he has in himself. If you ask him, he will tell you he thinks he can do everything from fly an airplane to build a spaceship. The truth is most children my son’s age belief in their abilities are truly boundless. Most think they can do anything because they exhibit very little fear and trust themselves completely.