Another One of My Kids…

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These last few days I’ve been thinking hard about our youth today.

 

I wrote yesterday on one of my students and how he’s being charged with MURDER.

 

Last month one of my favorite students was KILLED when he was driving a stolen jeep which turned over and threw him out of it. I was sick when I found out that it was HIM. I had seen the story on the news.. never in a million years thought it would be him.

 

What I LOVED about him……he was loving underneath all his BADNESS. LOL He worked my nerves every day I saw him. I would talk to him everyday, all day about his behavior, cursing, and just being bad. He was a big baby, that needed attention. I could see it in his eyes and the things he said. HE use to make me SO angry sometimes, that I would wish he wouldn’t come to school for a whole week. Thing is… LOL LOL He came to school every single day. He hardly ever, ever missed. He use to get mad at me when I kicked him out of the hallways and lunch period. One day he was soooooooooooo mad at me, that I was happy…. that meant he wouldn’t get on my nerves. So when he was around me he wouldn’t talk much.

 

I really grew to LOVE him.. no matter what he got into. I really loved this boy. No matter how “bad” I just call him bad…. but no matter how  challenging he was….when I saw him.. I could feel my face light up when he walked into the room. Because I knew he was either going to be silly that day and get on my nerves, or be in one of those moods where he was begging me or bugging me about something. Gosh.. I’m going to miss him. We called him D. Woods. Deangelo Woods was his name. His nickname was Pooney.

Everybody in the whole school knew him because he was always picking on somebody. I use to talk to him all the time about getting himself together and not dying in these streets. I loved that lil boy, but I knew that his days were numbered. I could see it in his walk,eyes, and life. I hated what I saw…. but I know these streets and I know that at times… he just didn’t care. I loved him.. even though he use to make me so mad with him at times. He was still a kid to me, and he was one of those boys that needed just a little more attention.As a MOTHER… I knew that. Below is also a link to the NEWS REPORT here in Detroit on his story.

http://www.clickondetroit.com/news/1-dead-in-policechase-crash-on-i75-in-hazel-park/27350288

 

Um um um… RIP D. Woods

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Elders/Respect/Living For Tomorrow/Ephesians 4:32

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Every time someone post a YOUTUBE video about teens, women or babies… its almost always SPOOKY to watch. These days no one has respect for our Elders. I’m 46 years old and you will never catch me cussing in PUBLIC, on Facebook, or anywhere else in front of them. I just don’t believe that ANY CONVERSATION is so deep, where you can’t find other words to use to help you get your point across.  How can you not look at them with a special eye when they walk pass you? You’re suppose to ALWAYS look them in the eye, smile, speak and ask them how they’re doing? How can someone go on with their normal day and not give these people RESPECT? Even just walking pass someone you’re suppose to acknowledge their presence. So what you don’t know them… open your mouth and speak. If God took your mouth and your voice away.. I bet you break your back trying to make SOMEBODY/ANYBODY notice YOUR “NOW”… NON SPEAKING SELF.

This behavior has to be practiced. Women, Sisters, Aunts, Uncles, Brothers, Nephews…. when you see this happening in your family or with someone you know… open your month and make them speak. This builds Character, and also RESPECT. Speaking is FREE… I see if money was deducted from your pay check, and you have to cut down on the number of people you speak to in a pay period… BUT ITS FREE.

STOP cussing, and having disrespectful conversations in front of our Elders. Think before you speak. Stop making your daughters twerk and then putting these things on line for others to see. One day when they grow up and become different people, they will spend years or the rest of their lives convincing people they’re not that person anymore. Whenever you make a choice, make sure its not just for TODAY…. make sure its one you can live with JUST IN CASE YOU CHANGE. Make sure your conversations are seasoned with “salt” in good taste. Pleasant. Show yourself friendly. Everything is FREE!

32 Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.
Ephesians 4:32 (New International Version)

Be Blessed!

Listen to yourself and in that quietude you might hear the voice of God. – Dr. Maya Angelou

Parenting Tips, New Apartment, (((((((Blog)))))))

Parenting Tips

When driving and coming to a ice cream truck ice cream truck it is very important to treat it as if its a school bus. You may not see any children coming, but its important to slow down, then come to a stop, because you never know with kids. They’re just being kids when they dart out into on coming traffic. They are doing exactly what they’re suppose to do at their age. Especially if they are excited. We all know that feeling of seeing the ice cream truck and to be able to buy something. Its up to us to know better. You want to always be in position that if you’re riding up a residential street, and a kid dart in front of you, that they can get back up and be okay. After today’s accident here in Detroit where a young gurl was hit by a driver and KEPT GOING. It reminds me to be mindful and for you who read this as well. We are the adults, we have to be the eyes and ears for our children. Even if they’re in the wrong to dart out in front of our cars, we have the responsibility to STOP until that truck is done serving. Lets be careful.

Watch the video below

http://www.myfoxdetroit.com/story/25557467/child-critically-injured-by-hit-and-run-driver

 

I’m ready to move from this apartment, but I want to stay in this area. Its too small, I haven’t even unpacked all my things. Ever since being here, I haven’t really done anything. My lease is up in December, I’m out of here. I want towels, tissue, tooth paste, bleach, Ajax, brillo pads, dish towels, paper towels, bathroom smell goods, different kinds of soaps, bath oils, bath liquid, dish washing liquid, living and dinning room smell goods and things like that to TAKE OVER MY BATH CLOSETS… Here I can only buy so much. There’s no space! I don’t like that. I like to have 3 and 4 of each item. I hate looking in the cabinet and being out of something. I have so many things still in totes. Sigh …….anyway. I’m off to bed to day dream about my new apartment with everything in it.

Be Blessed

Where works of the flesh exists, there is NO joy

My Single Moms Club Cree’s Blog Entry

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If you know me.. you know that I absolutely love and admire Tyler Perry. When it comes to his movies and plays he speaks my language. Even though this movie doesn’t come out until Friday March 14, 2014. I have a lot to say about being a single mom raising Neishia. Which leads me to this post about The Single Moms Club. 

I moved into a upstairs 2 family flat, with my best friend living under me. She had 3 kids, and I had Neishia. I didn’t have a car, but my friend did. When she wanted to go grocery shopping without the kids, I would watch them for her, and there were times when we packed up the kids and went together. When Neishia started Preschool, I worked MIDNIGHTS so that when she came home from school she ate dinner, did chores, and did her homework . It was an everyday schedule that we had. 

I loved going to the movies. We would get dressed on Saturday morning, and catch the bus to the mall to shop and see a movie. I remember the day I taught her that whenever you go to the movies, you cant talk. I explained to her that when the lights are off, people want to see and hear the movie, and that it was rude to talk. I told her that I would get her anything she wanted to drink and snack on, and if she had to use the bathroom or ask me a question, she had to whisper in my ear. She caught on real quick, I never had to take her out of the movies for boredom or whining. She enjoyed the movies just as much as I did. LOL Once I realized that she got it.. we went to the movies EVERY, EVERY, EVERY, EVERY, EVERY single weekend. 

When she started going to school all day, I quit my midnight job and started working at her school. I wanted to know the teachers, the administrators, and the students. I was on every board you name. Education is very important to me, and I made sure that she was getting the best of it. By me working at the school, I got her in the habit of going everyday, so that when it was necessary for her/me to stay home, she would “feel some kinda way” about missing a day. Boy did that work *more on that later*.
By the time she started 5th grade. I had moved into a 4 family flat apartment, which I LOVED. I quit working at the school, and started a full time 9-5 job as a Cosmetics Coordinator. That was perfect for us, my downstairs neighbor or her mom who lived directly down the street from us, would walk with the kids home everyday. Not long after that I would come home, make dinner, help her with her homework and after wards we would spend the rest of the evening together. Born on the same day… we were/are very close. 

I LOVED the people who I shared a 4 family flat with. Across the hall from me * we lived down stairs* was an older lady who worked with me at the school before I left and her grown son Lamar. Upstairs was my gurl Yvette * Kim* and across from her was Loraine. Once the landlord fixed up the downstairs apartment a lady name Sonya moved in. We all built a bond so close, it was unreal. I was at the stage in my life where I loved to go to clubs, cabarets, and to see the male dancers. With the village of women that I had in my own building, I never not once had to sit out a function because I didn’t have a baby sitter. I went out 4-5 times a week for years, got up for work the next morning, got my baby off to school, help with homework, had my male company over, cleaned up, AND cooked. I was in my 20’s and I was doing it all. LOL 

There were often days, when we would leave our doors open in the inside of the OUTSIDE door, so that when one of us had to run a quick errand and the older kids didn’t want to come down, I could just call up the stairs to check on them. While the smaller children came down. This is how we took care of our business. You cant possibly take your kids to everything you had to do. Especially when it came to taking care of business. I remember when we had a terrible ice storm. My apartment had an electric stove, but up stairs were gas stoves. Me and Neishia had to spend nights up stairs and make dinner with them because our apartment was too cold. We played cards all day, something we did everyday anyway. Those were the best times to come together. 

There were times when we all went out together, all of us in the building. I would call my baby sister over and she would watch all of our kids, she got paid lots of money for those times. I can’t even count on my fingers how many times we had to come together and make dinner. All of us loved to cook. Only one of us had a car, so we made dinner every day for our kids. When money was low, we couldn’t make it to the grocery store, or when we didn’t have any thing to cook. Somebody in the building had some food. None of us were prideful, we stuck together. We would all get together in one apartment and have dinner together. They use to love my fried chicken and collard greens. Ooo weeee, we had some great times in that building. 

When it came to dating, I never wanted Nesha to meet any of the guys unless I was really liking them or spending a lot of time with them. That was something I took very serious. I even dated her teacher for several years. I wouldn’t dare let her see him. LOL I dated about 4 Police Officers, but nothing serious. Looking back on them…. several were possessive…… but FIONE AS WINE.. UM UM UM Baaaaaaby!!! 

I moved out of the apartment building and into a 2 bedroom house. By this time Nesha was in Jr High. She started 2 years of High School in this house, then I moved around the corner to a 4 bedroom house… which I loved even more than the 2 bedroom. She graduated from High School there, went to college for 4 years… and NOW making more money than she ever thought possible. I’m proud of the village that help to raise her. I keep in touch with them all on FB. As a matter of fact all of our kids are grown and doing VERY WELL. 

I feel bad for the kids growing up these day, many parents just don’t want to get involved with other people children. Its way more dangerous now too, because they have Internet, our kids didn’t have that until they got last year into high school. This is why I must see this movie this weekend. Its going to bring back so many memories of how I raised my daughter as a Single Parent. My hope is that after seeing this movie that more single parents would join together and help each other out, this way they can be parents, be friends, and have fun. 

Be Blessed 

Where works of the flesh exists, there is NO joy

Inside the crazy mind of Ms. Walker

babies in shapes
A mother and father finds out that they’re expecting a baby
 
everyone is excited
 
they call up everyone and tell them of the good news
 
later on in the pregnancy they  find out what sex the baby is
 
the baby moves for the first time… and its pure excitement
 
a baby shower is planned
 
gifts are bought, food is served, games are played
 
the labor begins
 
lots of pain
 
the baby is born and the pain is no longer remembered
 
the first eye to contact with baby and parents are breath taking
 
they promise to love and protect the baby
 
 
 
Now, I could go on and on with the stages of life… but I’ll stop here for a reason. How does a mother and father go through these stages but someplace between the beginning and the growing years, they grow up to be disrespectful, killers, thieves and other things that are NOT good. I just sit back and wonder….WHAT HAPPENED? WHAT HAPPENED? I just don’t get it.
 
 
Be Blessed
 
 
Where works of the flesh exists, there is NO joy

School House Rock…………………..Crees Blog Entry

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Growing up, I wasn’t a cartoon person like my sisters and brother. But I looked forward to seeing the School House Rock Commercials. They bring back so many memories. Believe it or not that’s how some of us learned our multiplications, nouns, adjectives, and so much more. Click on the link and walk down memory lane by singing some of the songs. So much fun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
Be Blessed
 
Where works of the flesh exists, there is NO joy