Chronicles of a Single Mom #17 – My Child the Teacher


Anyone who’s had the opportunity of parenthood in some way or another will tell you that it’s a learning experience.
Unlike schools and universities, however, there’s no manual and the life-long experiment that you signed up for doesn’t always go as planned. As a matter fact, 99 percent of the time it ends up the polar opposite than what you expected.
Fortunately, there are moments where little Crayola and Play-Doh covered nuggets are dropped in your path and they’re not as painful as stepping on a Lego at 1 a.m. in the morning.
I had one of those moments Saturday.
After coming back home from doing some work-related things, I’m surprised with the following scene. Picture it: There’s a beach towel in my hallway complete with an open umbrella, two twinning baby dolls and a beach bag. Throw in a 9-year-old girl with a sunhat, shades, scarf, sandals and a sundress.
So here’s the story: Apparently she was sick of the weather created by Hurricane Matthew so she decided to go to the beach. (I didn’t’ ask which one.) Instead of dealing with the all-day rain, flash flood warnings and brief power outage she decided she’d create the situation she wanted to be in.
After giving it some thought, the lesson she was teaching hit me. Who knows if it was meant for me specifically but here’s what I took from it.
We, as adults, are often placed in situations that we don’t necessarily want to be in but how often do we actually try to change our outlook? Do we wallow in our displeasure and unhappiness or do we take what we’re given and go to the beach? I don’t mean that we have to go on a physical trip but do we set up our metaphoric Tiki Bar and enjoy things in spite of whatever’s going on?
I’m guilty of letting some circumstances overpower my positive mindset but I’m deciding to not let that happen again. I won’t be spreading any towels out in the hallway but I’ll try and imagine a brighter outcome for anything that comes my way.
Who knew that the person I was tasked with teaching about life would turn right around and do the same thing for me?
Scary, right?
I do agree with her on one thing.
There’s nothing like a sunny getaway in the midst of a storm.
Especially when it promises fruity drinks and a beautiful view.
I’m Just Saying.


Chronicles of a Single Mom #8 – The Superwoman Syndrome


Ladies we’re walking around with a syndrome and we don’t even realize it.
There are no symptoms or warnings. Often we don’t realize that we’ve reached our max until it has already happened.
I’m talking about having a case of chronic Superwoman Syndrome.
We work, attempt to keep the house clean, take care of the kids, cook and attend PTA meetings. We don’t realize that we’re running ourselves ragged in the process while taking on more projects.
We’re suffering from The Superwoman Syndrome, the need to be the greatest at what we do whatever we may be doing while adding tasks that we must complete in life, church, and whatever other organizations we may be associated with.
Every morning we make out our lengthy to-do list, put on our cape and start our day. Every evening we come back exhausted with ¾ of our list done, hang our cape up and vow to get the rest done tomorrow.
It’s a lot of pressure and we can burn out or begin to fizzle quickly.
The reality is that we will never cure ourselves of this syndrome. It’s just not going to happen. We’re female warriors at work, at home, at school, at church and everywhere we go. Our list will never get shorter; the tasks will just change on a daily or yearly basis.
And that’s okay.
What’s not okay is forgetting to take time to recuperate.
Every superhero needs a vacation or just a 30-minute break. Time to rejuvenate, recuperate and re-energize in order to be our best selves. What if Batman never let Alfred patch him up when needed? He wouldn’t have been able to continue protecting Gotham and its residents. What if Superman stayed around a batch of Kryptonite? It wouldn’t have been possible to lift buses, save planes, fly faster than a speeding bullet and pursue Mary Jane while holding down a full-time job at The Daily Planet.
Cape or not, I’m still trying to figure out how he changed in those small phone booths so fast and I have issues trying to change in the smaller dressing rooms at department stores.
Either way, the moral of the story is you can’t take care of others without first taking care of yourselves on a mental, spiritual, emotional and physical level. By any means necessary.
Meaning you may need to sacrifice 30-minutes of sleep for 30-minutes of peace. You could meditate or pray over a cup of hot tea or coffee. You could simply remind yourself that the mountain of laundry is truly not going anywhere and you can do it tomorrow.
We can do anything, this is true. But we must do everything to help ourselves achieve these tasks.
It’s hard being Wonder Woman but someone has to stick around to do it.
Why not you?
I’m Just Saying.