Six

 Six.

That's how old Aiden turns today. 

He woke up this morning and said, "Today is my birthday!" I shared in his excitement with a hug and a big smile.

I'm sitting here getting all teary-eyed that God has entrusted me to take care of and guide this intelligent, thoughtful, curious, funny, quirky, tells-it-like-it-is, joyful kid.

It was 2:10 in the morning on October 28, 2007, and my life changed. Forever. For the better. Through graduate school and single motherhood and climbing the career ladder and a slew of other obstacles, Aiden has made this journey so worth it.

Six!

Through good times and trying times and sometimes having more month than money... and sleepless nights and stressful mornings and sometimes worrying... and pushing myself to be better so that I can give him better.

Am I doing this right? Am I enough for him? Am I setting him up for success enough? Am I supportive enough? Am I setting enough things up in order to steer him towards greatness? Yes, I've asked myself those questions. Many times. But then I look at his smile and I see how happy and loving he is, and I know I must be doing something right.

Six!

When times get rough, I always remind myself that this one thing is true: It's easier to build strong children than to repair broken men. Thanks Frederick Douglass for the constant reminder. 

Six! 

He enjoys cultural outings and swimming and soccer and play dates galore. He likes superheroes and science experiments and hands-on learning activities and exploring his surroundings and asking questions. He challenges the status quo. A lot. I applaud him for that. He wants to start martial arts, like yesterday, and I can't wait to sign him up for it so I can see my little karate kid in action. He wants our next vacation to be at Disney World because he's in love with the hotel that we stayed at during our visited. Yes, the hotel. Not the rides, not Magic Kingdom, nor Animal Kingdom, nor Epcot. The hotel.

Six!

I feel so incredibly blessed to call him my son.

Happy birthday sweet Aiden. I love you with every fiber of my being. 

{Dating Tales} Guarded

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I'm hanging out on the Lower East Side at happy hour with wo of my girlfriends and after a few five-dollar lychee martinis, I get started with some details about this thing I've got going on with The Guy.

Specifically the fact that I'm all screwed up when it comes to dating and relationships and that I might kinda, sorta, really benefit from seeing a therapist.

Don't know what I'm talking about? Sigh. Catch yourself up by reading this. And then bear with me as I share my theory, y'all.

I talk a lot about my past on this corner of the web -- my crazy, unstable, and very, very messy upbringing. At the age of five, I was a witness to my family getting evicted from an apartment that I lived in since birth. I was five-years-old. Five! Let that marinate for a minute.

That night (when I was five-years-old... five!), we slept in a shelter, which is where we stayed for the next couple weeks until my mother took us to my maternal grandmother's house. And so began the crazy, unstable, emotional roller-coaster that would be my life.

I was in and out of foster homes, enduring emotional and physical abuse, not really feeling like there was someone around to protect me and look out for my well-being. (Well, not anyone other than my sister. But she's three years older than me so she didn't have that much power to be the grown-up that I needed in my life. She tried though.)

I learned a few things from that upbringing... Resilience. Heck, look it up in the dictionary and you just might find the biography of Alicia Harper. Faith. I had to trust in God to get me through those years of hell. (He never said the weapon wouldn't form; He said it wouldn't prosper -- Isaiah 54:17). Optimism. I needed to look forward to a better tomorrow in order to make it through my today. Love. Kindness. Joy. Hard work. Independence. Drive. And a slew of other qualities that makes me the Mommy Delicious that I am today.

For that, I'm thankful.

I managed to get a full scholarship to a great university and I truly looked forward to the life that I'd create as a grown-up, which, I proclaimed, would be nothing like the one I had growing up. 

Fast forward a few years to my first serious adult relationship. Aiden's other parent. After enduring emotional, financial, and physical abuse, we all know how that one ended -- not good. I still suffer from PTSD and have flashbacks of those incidents from time to time -- it's not easy to get through that kind of trauma. I went through a year of therapy after that and it really helped me to pick up the pieces of my life, learn some hard and heavy lessons, and move forward.

Resilience, at its finest.

What's crazy and freaky and mind-blowing is the way the cycle of events works. I left the drama of my upbringing only to create it once again in my adult life. And I barely escaped it in my adult-life.

See what I'm talking about when I say I need therapy? More therapy? 

I guess we have a tendency to gravitate towards things that are familiar to us. There's comfort in that, even if it's unhealthy.

The thing about the horrific events that have taken place in my life is, while they've helped me to learn so much about the great things about life, they've left me shattered. And guarded.

Extremely guarded. Abnormally guarded.

The scars of my past have made me very protective of my thoughts and feelings and situations in my life, and I don't know how to share them with others. (Except for when it comes to writing. I can put it all out there in an article or blog post.) 

Enter The Guy. He's nice and sweet and smart and handsome and honest and comes from a good family and wants to build something with me. He's the guy I've been praying for!

During the cocktail therapy session with my girls (hey, it's cheaper than a regular therapy session), I went on and on and on about my guardedness. (Is that even a word?) I've been guarded for so long, not really letting anyone in my heart for so long, maintaining these superficially relationships with folks that I genuinely care about for so long.

Sigh. 

I'm finally at a point in my life where I don't have to be this way anymore... and I don't know how not to be this way. Here I have this perfectly good (and good-to-me and good-for-me) guy who just wants to love me and like me and go at this thing together... and I don't know how to let him. I want to be successful at this, but I, must admit, I don't know how to do this. (My Type-A personality is not okay with this, by the way.)

He's been patient, I guess. But we're at the point where he's starting to think that I'm hiding things from him. But I'm not. Not intentionally anyhow. I genuinely don't find it necessary to share certain things with him.

He's all like, "But... we're trying to build something together, why wouldn't you think to tell me about that?"

And I'm all like, "Uh... uh... I need more time to process your question and formulate a response."

I don't think that's gonna work for much longer though.

I take another sip of my lychee martini and I spill it all out to my girls. They sit there and listen to me, order more martinis with me, wallow when necessary, validate my feelings, and lean in for hugs when I need them. Then they give it to me straight and tell me that, yes, I do in fact need to speak with a therapist about my guardedness (It is a word. I'm proclaiming it.)

Gotta love girl talk.

High-Five Momma, You Rock!

It was one of those days -- terrible, horrible, no good, and very bad. Like Alexander. But I still had so much to do, and the thought of my to-do list made this already overworked and overtired momma even more tired.

Sigh.

By the end of the day, most of the items on my list were scratched off. And I still had time to hang with Aiden, give him the energy he deserves, and be engrossed in his world. Then I felt like I was on top of the world, because, man, mommas can do things like that -- be tired and drained and spread-thin, but still get things done. Like a true boss!

Seriously, it amazes me at how mothers do all that they do. And so gracefully and seemingly effortlessly.

So this post goes out to you.

To stay-at-home moms: I commend you for being with your children all day and not go insane. You rock!

To working moms: I applaud you for giving your all at work, somehow re-fueling on the way home, and then giving your all yet again. You rock!

To young moms: I'm so impressed that you can take care of someone else while still trying to grow and figure out who you are. You rock!

To single moms: I admire that you can raise kids without having anyone to pass them off to when the going gets rough, yet still be able to keep your sanity. You rock!

The bottom line? Moms rock.

With all its super-human requirements, at times it seems as though motherhood is not a job for mere mortals. And yet, you've somehow figured out how to get the job done. Gracefully. And lovingly.

 

High-fives all around.  

{This post was originally published in part on November 27, 2010.}

These Are The Moments We All Wish For

"Mommy, when I grow up, can we still be friends?"

That was the question uttered by Aiden this past weekend. We were walking hand-in-hand, heading to Central Park. We were talking about random things -- Aiden's upcoming birthday, what he thought his friends were doing over the weekend, when he'll be able to go back to summer camp, Halloween, superheroes. Anything. Everything.

Aiden and I always talk about random things and our conversations are mostly led by him. Those random talks... it's actually one of the best parts of my day.

There's no agenda -- just what he wants to talk about, what's important to him, what's on his mind. It helps me get to know him better, connect with him on a deeper level, and be totally engrossed in his world. Without interruptions. Without distractions. With lots of smiles. And lots of laughter.

No matter what happens before or after those moments -- meltdowns, tantrums, power struggles, you name it -- those moments are exactly the ones that I live for in this single mom life.

They are precious.

They are sacred.

They are everything.

It's great that those moments lead Aiden to associate the things that we do together with the things he'd do with his friends -- talk, laugh, tell jokes, smell the roses, enjoy life.

In those moments, he thinks I'm cool enough to be his friend, and that's a great feeling. There may come a point where Aiden no longer thinks I'm the coolest person in the world. There may come a point where his peers are an influential factor in his life. But, I'll always have this conversation tucked away in my memory. I'm bottling it up and holding on to it. Forever.

Sweetest little boy, we most certainly can still be friends when you grow up. Yes! A million times, yes. 

The Danger In Comparing Ourselves to Others

 

Don't judge your beginning by someone else's end.

When I read these words by Demetria Lucas (aka A Belle in Brooklyn) the first thing I did was say, "Wow!" These are eye-opening words, for sure. The second thing that I did was share it on the Mommy Delicious Facebook page. 

When I shared this quote on Facebook, one of my blogging buddies, Tara over on The Young Mommy Life commented with, "And don't judge your behind-the-scenes [life] by someone else's highlight reel."

And let the church say, "Amen."

How many of us look at our friends Facebook pictures and postings, Instagram photos, and status updates and feel a bit jealous? Or insecure? Or both? *Raises both hands*

They got a new job while you're stuck in your same old dead-end job. They finished school, while you haven't even applied yet. They accomplished their weight-loss goal, while you're still trying to muster up the energy to workout 3x/week and the self-control to put down the cupcakes. They went on a fancy vacation, while you haven't seen the inside of a plane in years. They're proclaiming just how in love they are with the most amazing spouse ever, while you're still single... and looking. Their children are always nicely dressed, smiling, and seemingly well-behaved, while you can't get your kid to stop the tantrums and use their words. 

This list goes on and on.

Here's the thing though: their journey is just that -- their journey. You see the glory, but you don't see the story. You don't see what's happening behind the scenes, behind the success. You don't see the sleepless nights, the long hours at the job, the power struggles with their kids, the disagreements with their spouse. You don't see all the things that you're also going through, the human things.

I'm not saying that some people are lying about their lives, but they are putting their best foot forward. Real life is not picture-perfect. It's messy. It's a roller-coaster with ups and downs, twists and turns.

You have your own journey to take, your own path to follow, your own mistakes to make, your own lessons to learn, your own goals to achieve. 

What's meant for you will come to you (with hard work, dedication, a little more faith, and a little more fight). When we start looking at everyone else's life, our insecurities somehow manage to triple and we focus less on achieving our goals and more on what we haven't achieved. 

Don't compare yourself unfairly to other people -- it'll steal your joy and rob you of your "happy." Stay in your own lane and stay focused on your own goals! 

You got this.

{Personal Style} Sporty Chic in Phillip Lim for Target

tank: barely there; black vest: H&M; sequined vest: AE Outfitters; 

sweatpants: Phillip Lim for Target; peep-toe pumps: Steve Madden; 

lips: Rimmel London Berry Queen

I normally wear sweatpants with sneakers and a cute top. That is, if I wear them at all. Which is hardly ever, to be quite honest. 

Never have I ever attempted to dress them up. But there's something about the Phillip Lim for Target sweatpants that's gotten me in a dressy, I-want-to-pair-these-bad-boys-with-heels type of mood. 

So I did just that. I paired the comfy pants with a simple tank, classic black vest with a deep V-neck, and a sequined vest. The three bow-tie peep-toe pumps gave it a very grown and sexy feel. The layered necklaces and bold, red lipstick gave it a very rockstar-chic look. 

 

It was the perfect combination of sexy and sporty. 

 

Hope you all are having a great week. Stay stylish!

Rocking the Ugg Australia Runway -- petitePARADE Kids Fashion Show

I'm telling you, there's never a dull moment living here in NYC. 

Take last weekend, for instance. In collaboration with Vogue Bambini, petitePARADE presented Kids Fashion Week. I was already planning on going to the shows, but I was even more excited when Aiden was invited to walk in the Ugg Australia Fashion Show, showcasing their Spring 2014 kids show collection.

This kid... wow! He truly amazes me every single day. I was a bit nervous because, as quirky and outgoing and very life-of-the-party Aiden can be, he does get a bit self-conscious around big crowds. So I thought the kid would freak out, cry, and run off the stage.

Okay, I'm being a bit dramatic. But still.

The Many Faces of Aiden

Needless to say, he did a really good job. After the show, he admitted to being nervous, but he told me that he "just kept looking forward."

Great advice -- in a runway show, and in life.

My good blogger friend, Tiffany -- the mother of the coolest boy twins in NYC, Tristin and Tyler -- taped the show since her boys were hosting several of them. Check out her video! I spy Aiden around the 2.32 mark.

With just a few weeks until his 6th birthday, it's great to see Aiden accomplish something with such grace and confidence.

I'm one proud single momma!