"A Mother's Roar"

So I'm driving my daughter who is six months, to her babysitter and I hear a sudden thump. I look in the back seat and the car seat flipped over. I panicked in silence, put my hazards on and pulled over to the side. I opened the back seat door and didn't find my baby. I calmly flipped the car seat over and saw my baby still in the seat but her face and body expression was full of fear. I wanted to scream, cry, yell out or hit something but I just calmy kissed her and rubbed her hands. As I began to readjust her car seat, a car behind me started to honk repeatedly. I slowly kissed my babies forehead closed the door behind me and slowly walked up the the car. I was full of a new rage that I've never felt before, I asked the driver " are you honking at me"? And he said "yes". I then asked why ? don't you see my hazards and you have plenty of space ( in a slow,scary,still voice)? I then told him I had an emergency and there is a small baby inside the car. He paused for a second then apologized. I thought his response was going to be a rude typical New Yorkers attitude and if so , I was prepared to mangle his face with my teeth. I think he knew I was a mom who had the look of death in her eyes and he and I didn't want to take me there......

"Now that I'm a Mom".......

Now that I'm a mom, I seem to be more approachable.   Of course it's not me people want to meet its my daughter.   Now that I'm a mom, other mothers and me have sort of a silent bond.  A respect that is unspoken but valued.  Now that I'm a mom , I have hidden patience that appears in the nick of time.  Now that I'm a mom, men are attracted to my inner and outer garments of motherhood.   Now that I'm a mom, I have yet to have an argument with anyone excluding my daughters father.   Wow maybe I should have became a mother a long time ago....

"Comforted by Ignorance"

I was taking my daughter for a walk in her stroller when I saw a young mother walking with her two daughters.  I thought to myself, she must be so in love with her girls, there beautiful and they look like fun.   As I got closer, the mother said to one of her daughters who couldn't be older than four " Shut the f..k up".  I felt butterflies in my stomach and a sense of sadness.  How can a mother speak to a small impressionable little precious baby girl in that matter.  I stopped and starred wanting to enlighten the young mom about some positive words that can replace the mean ugly ones.  She then pushed her daughter in the back of her head while her daughter cried out " Mommy, Mommy" wanting some sort of comfort.  Instead her mother said " I told you to shut the f..k up and you didn't so now your ass is staying in the house while I go to the party".
 I don't know the situation in their home and I don't know the struggles or stress that young mom may face but there is never a reason to speak to your children in an offensive matter.  Everyone gets frustrated and may say or do something inappropriate when disciplining their children at times, but to constantly use profanity on a daily basis when addressing your children is wrong. Those small children will grow up to be teens and young adults who will curse and behave inappropriately in public, school and in their relationships.   When your daughter marries a man who speaks to her like trash, she might think that's love because her mother spoke to her the same way.  Lets comfort our children with words of love, guidance and positivity so that when they interact with others they will do the same.

"Beyond Brooklyn"

Has anyone ever said " you don't seem like your from Brooklyn" or " I can't tell where your from" ?  
 There are stereotypes of what a Brooklyn, Queens, Jersey or Long Island person may look or act like.  Brooklyn girls are always ready to fight and wear Timberlands all the time, Queens girls look like good girls but are really promiscuous, Jersey girls tan way too often and Long Island girls are alway planning for a wedding.  "Some may say".      
The people who swear by these assumptions most likely never travel or leave the area in which they grew up in. Traveling to different countries opens your mind to awareness that awakens your mental range of what diversity really is.  You learn how to interact with people based on how they live, their values, culture and how they treat you without any preconceived assumptions. When you go back home to Brooklyn or Queens from visiting abroad, you will no longer conduct yourself according to your zip code.

YOLO...".so they say"

"You only live once "is the slogan most are living by,  which is cool but to what extent?...   Does that mean do foolish things like drive while drinking, go on a sexcapade, or jump off a cliff?   You only live once so why not be smart.   Travel and see the world, try to reach you fullest potential and have fun while doing it.  No .  I'm not saying don't do wild things.   I'm saying do wild things and be smart about it.   Go skinny dipping, sky dive or let loose once in a while if your constantly on a straight and narrow trail.  You only live once so your life is precious.

Super-Women

Superwoman is Supermans equal.  She can fly, she's strong and has super powers.  Superwomans hair is always done, mani and pedi on point and is always dressed in a catsuit.   The question is, is Superwoman real?  The answer is yes.

We can't fly or lack superpowers but we make the unthinkable happen. We manage to cook, clean, raise children, be companions, have a sense of humor, work, pay bills and still look attractive while doing it all.   So if your wondering whose the Superwoman in your life, look at your wife, mom, sister, aunt or grandma.  

The Ingredients of Me.........

Often times we become who we are as individuals based on how we were raised and or who and what we were exposed to as children.  The simplest thing could have had a big impact on your personality.   The children you played with, the school you attended  or even who your babysitter may have been.

I will never forget how much I hated getting my hair braided by the neighbor.  She put no effort nor did she care if I loved or hated it.  Every week I would complained to my mom but she would just ignore me.  

Eventually I became fed up.   After the neighbor braided my hair, I took them right out and rebraided my hair on my own.   At first it looked like crap but eventually I became pretty good.   

I do believe that some skills are a gift, some are inherited and others are learned.  There are also skills that are developed due to you needing something done exactly how you want it so you learn how to do it yourself.  Now I'm a Cosmetologist who specializes in braiding.

So the next time your wondering what inspired you to become an Artist, Teacher, Therapist, Dancer or a Firefighter, think back to when you were a child.