The last time I saw my brother was when I was on Christmas break. I had gotten the opportunity to travel and go see him. It was somewhat of a miracle in and of itself because it was a last-minute decision. Most of the students at the dorm had already made plans and were also traveling to go spend time with family for their Christmas break. As I looked at my passport, there was a sense of nostalgia and irony that came over me. Just about a year ago, it was him who had traveled home from college for the holidays.
There are a few people who I can thank for my love of cooking and baking: My mom, my grandma and grandpa, and my high school foods teacher. They have taught me everything I know about cooking and baking. I’d like to first thank my mom and then my grandparents and then finally Mama P (my foods teacher).
There’s an overcast today I had read in my weather app. Turned to my side eyes barely open but they are focused. Fixed on the blinds and got a glimpse of the dreariness seeping into my room. I don’t want to feel like outside. Turned over onto my back and stare up at the ceiling stretching out my toes and arms and released a few yawns. Damn I thought, why haven’t I’ve gotten up.
The Hands of Those I Love
I remember growing up and hearing my mother play “Daddy’s hands,” on the radio and I always found it funny because neither of us were raised by our fathers. We would sing that song as if we knew the feeling of having our father pull us in for a hug, or holding us when we had a nightmare, but neither of us knew what it actually felt like. In a way, we did because we were raised by the same man, my great grandfather, but the both of us knew it wasn’t the same. He was a great man who did everything he could for the both of us, but there was always a pit in the bottom of my stomach that would grow deeper and deeper every time he tried to fill the void my dad had left. My great grandfather was never meant to play the role of my dad, but I respect him for trying.
I’m thankful for my son. For his giggles, his creativity, and his random hugs. I’m thankful for having his unconditional love.
It is that time of year for the united states, the thanksgiving wreaths are brought from the attic, the smell of pumpkin pie baking in the oven, the parades are starting to come together, and lastly, the family would usually gather around and share a turkey. However, this year's thanksgiving looks a little bit different. Hopefully, people will be smart about spending thanksgiving together. Anyways, with thanksgiving around the corner, it got me thinking about what I am thankful for. 2020 has been a struggle for all of us, some of us lost jobs, some lost the opportunity to travel. For others, 2020 was a challenge. A lot of us encountered challenges, which we have never faced before due to the pandemic. Despite the challenges and hardships I still have something to be thankful for. I am thankful for my family, I know this sounds like a cliché but it is true. Together we have been through a lot, we traveled together to many places. We took a road trip to California, we visited museums and explored beaches and new cities. One of my favorite pictures that I kept with me all this time is one, where I am with my sisters, they are both in colorful bathing suits and there's me wearing a pink tee-shirt that read California and there were palm trees printed on it and I am wearing red shorts. I don't remember why I did not have my swimsuit, but for some reason, I did not bring it with me to the beach. Even though it was clear we were having a beach day. We all have a smile on our faces and we are playing in the waves. It is my favorite memory of my family, my dad was taking pictures of us, my mom was watching us from the sidelines, but smiling at us as she suntanned. We would rush to the sand from the water and eat salty chips. We traveled to Europe together and for the first time in my life, I saw amazing cathedrals and salt mines. We went to Hawaii together before my oldest sister got married. Aside from the great trips, we took together my family was always there for me.
The sun from my partially open venetian blinds woke me, a single band of light falling across my eyes. I propped myself up on an elbow and looked at my alarm clock. 9:35am. I stared sleepily at the numbers, until jarring anxiety made me throw off my covers and jump out of bed. School. I was late for school! Why didn’t my dad wake me up?! The bus came at 7:30 every morning, I had missed almost two periods of class by now.
Christmas was always a great holiday for my big family- It usually played out the same way every year- my whole family got together for a gift exchange and a dinner, the gifts would be passed around amongst the adults and the kids got to open it after it was distributed. This memory is from the Christmas of 1997, all was great.
Greetings once again. This article will focus on some of my daughter's favourite books, and some of the ones that i enjoy reading to her.
Being a full-time mom is so exhausting but fun. Many times we think that we will never accomplish to be good parents. We think that we are going to turn out like our parents where we thought they didn’t raise us right. What we do not realize is how much they had to struggle to take care of us where they have no money and had a hard time getting everything for us. Many times we think that we turned out to be a disappointment to our family. We may think that we are the black sheep in our family, but how can we know if many of us don’t figure out what family really is. How can we relate to family? Well we need an example as our parents struggled, they were poor, they built an entire kingdom from the bottom to the top . I remember my mom telling me that life will be hard but in reality we’re the only ones that will know how our life will look like later on in life. Our parents are the first generation to how life should’ve been but our grandparents are the ancient history of how hard life was earlier than our time. We should never underestimate family; they are the biggest blessings besides our kids. We might get scared of life and how we will turn out when we’re old whether we live a long or short life. How can you relate? Well as a kid I never got what I truly wanted, what I mean by that is having to spend time with my family instead of most of my friends. I would’ve killed more time with my mom and grandma and to know who my whole family is. My dad was only around when I was three years old and then he disappeared out of my life. How would I consider how my family should be? Well for one I love spending time with my kids and I dedicate a lot of time more than my parents ever did. I don’t blame my dad for not being there but who I do blame is my mom and my grandmother. They thought it would protect me, but in reality they hurt me from spending time with my dad. I would’ve killed more time with my dad, more time to be a daddy’s girl. I mean the love from a father is more important later on in life because we become more confident with ourselves. Family is really important to me because I wasn’t close with my family. That’s one reason why I’m a strict parent and also a loving one as well, but most importantly whether my kids think of it or not they know I love them and I do what’s best for them. Many times we think we failed as parents when your children say either “I hate you” or “you're not the boss of me”. I mean who can blame them if we’re on top of what they do every time. We only do what’s best for them and what we know they will accomplish in their life and that’s what we worry about. If we really think about it our kids are more successful then we would ever be. I never thought I would be a mom or even the thought of being a mom. I've never thought I’d ever be good at it. No one thinks we would be good parents but we try the best we can be for the ones we truly love. One day our children will thank us for what they will become in life and they will return the favor because they feel like they owe us their life. They don’t because no matter what they will always be our children and to us they will always be our babies in our hearts and in our eyes.
The stories of people whose loved ones died because of COVID-19 are heartbreaking. To have your family member pass away in a hospital where you cannot share their last moments must be truly agonizing. The pain that others have endured this year has caused me to be thankful for things that I previously would not have seen as a blessing. This year I feel eternally grateful that my husband will be in the hospital on Thanksgiving Day. I will be honored to spend time with him there on the fourth Thursday in November, instead of eating a meal with a lot of our family. I am overjoyed that my spouse is hospitalized because this indicates that he is still in the land of the living.
“Ready to eat”?!
Thursday morning five years ago is the day it all started...
Just your average Thanksgiving Day. We had ham cooking in the oven, greens on the stove, and yams being mixed into a bowl ready for the pie to be made. The air was full of love from our realities, not a worry in the world except when will my stomach stop growling. We had it GOOD!