I’m So Proud Of You

As a mother of two, I try to make sure both my boys get some one on one time with me.

I usually treat them to something they’ve been asking to do, and I let them talk about whatever it is that is on their minds.

Two weeks ago, I surprised my oldest with crawfish and a slush after school. The night before, he displayed behavior that made me so proud of him.

My baby boy had an ingrown toenail, and he was super whiny about it (I would’ve been too).

As I’m doctoring on his toe, he began to cry a little. Big brother came right in and grabbed his face, one hand on each cheek and said “It’s okay brother. I know it hurts, but mama is tryna make it better”. Baby brother then whimpers out “Okay”. It was the sweetest thing I had ever witnessed.

While still holding his cheeks, he coached his brother through a series of deep breaths.

Before he knew it, I was done, and his toe felt better.

“See big brother told you it was gonna be okay”.

I couldn’t help but smile when I heard that.

As the eldest sibling, you naturally swoop in and save your siblings. I was so proud of that display of love and care.

During our date I let him talk as usual. When it was all said and done, he gave me a hug and said ” I love you mommy”.

Sometimes I feel like I’m surely messing up as a mother, there’s no official guide to motherhood. However these precious moments confirm that I’m doing something right.

I am so proud of my son and how much he’s grown over the years.

Being the oldest is a sucky job at times, but someone has to do it.


Live Life


If you follow my blog, you know that I created a list of 30 things to do by the time I made 30. You can read about here, 30 by 30, or see it below 👇🏾, with the things I’ve completed crossed off.

  1. Spend 30 Minutes talking to a stranger.
  2. Get a bikini wax. I know, I know! The thought just makes me cringe though.
  3. Visit a new city in Texas
  4. Experience a sensory deprivation chamber.
  5. Spend $30 on lunch for someone
  6. Do a Boudoir photo shoot. Gotta let this inner Goddess out!
  7. Spend an entire weekend alone. I have no idea how this one will happen.
  8. Go sky diving
  9. Get another tattoo/ piercing. I have one tattoo that I got when I was 18.
  10. Eat a meal I’ve never had before. Like that time I ate Guinea pig in Peru.
  11. Go on a hot air balloon ride
  12. Learn to gamble. I know absolutely nothing about gambling. I’d rather lose my money to buying shoes.
  13. Go camping. As a kid I always wanted to do this.
  14. Skinny dipping, YOLO!
  15. Learn to twerk. I’ve given it some half ass attempts, but I need to use my whole ass and commit
  16. Write and record a song. I can’t sing or rap, so this will be interesting.
  17. Start a garden. I’ll have to figure out how to do so on my apartment patio.
  18. Become a mentor. Everybody needs one or a few
  19. Write a letter to my 40- year old self. I’m sure 40 -year old Sarah will laugh and say “Girl you are crazy”.
  20. Go on a Baecation. That requires a bae, so I’ll work on that part.
  21. Purchase something expensive.
  22. Take more pictures. I am rarely in pictures, if you don’t count selfies, but I just don’t take pictures. I need to capture more moments in my life.
  23. Do something freaky. I’m not even sure what that means, and it’s up for interpretation. But when I do it, I’m sure I’ll say “that was some freaky sh*t”.
  24. Meditate 30 consecutive days. I can go about 10 days, then fall off the wagon.
  25. Write an E-Book. I have no idea what it will be about, but I’ll get it done.
  26. Read 5 new books. I read my fair share of children’s books, I need to enrich my own mind as well.
  27. Visit each one of my friends. We all live in different cities, and I think it would be nice to visit them in their element.
  28. Start my 40 things to do before 40 list. That list will be much more intricate, as I’ll have more time to compose it.
  29. Learn other languages. I won’t just pick one, as I am heavily into linguistics.
  30. Go to a hoedown.

Now some items were partially completed, like item 26. I read two books, and purchased more.

Some items where replaced by similar experiences. For example, I didn’t do item 4, but I did cryotherapy.

A few items were scheduled, but the weather simply did not permit.

Nonetheless, having made this list somehow made me more conscious of wanting to experience new things.

I was listening to an old speech by Jim Rohn, and he stated that one of the best things about having a list is checking things off, and being able to say ” I did that”. He was absolutely correct!

Having a written list of goals and desires helps propel you into completing and accomplishing them, which to me, goes back to the Law of Attraction. I’ve found that you shouldn’t worry too much about how the things will happen.

Never shy away from living life. I’m still working on honing in on my manifestation skills, but things always work out as they should.

Live life on purpose, don’t settle for the should’ve, could’ve, would’ve. Unapologetically live your life, after all it is YOURS.

Creating that list sparked something within me. I began deliberately going after the things I wanted to experience as opposed to wishing I’d experience them. We were designed to live life abundantly, and we should conduct ourselves accordingly.

What are some things you desire to experience? What’s keeping you from experiencing them?

Testing, Testing

A couple days ago, I woke up feeling some kind of way. As many of you know, Amir had 3 major head surgeries before he was a year old. The aftermath required him to have to go to different therapies to reach all his developmental milestones again (though thing for a parent to deal with). I remember at one of his neurology appointments, the neurologist told me “ You can have him tested to be put in special ed”. I told her that wouldn’t be necessary, but he was like two, so I was like what the fuck. That shit was always in the back of my mind. She was ready to label him without even really knowing him or assessing him.

Fast forward to now

He’s gearing up to attend Pre-K in the fall, and because he stutters occasionally, I went ahead and had him assessed. Ya know because I don’t want anything in the way of him learning.

The woman who assessed him took my concerns just as seriously as I did, and I appreciate that. I explained his medical history to her, and she was shocked. She stated how she never would’ve guessed he had gone through so much.

So boom, she begins assessing him. He’s ripping through these tests like it’s nothing. Answering everything with ease, and a bit of smartassness, (pretty sure I made that up). He even knew things I thought he didn’t know, things he’d tell me ” I don’t know” as an answer when we are reviewing material. Every so often she’d stop and say “Mom, I don’t know what you’re worried about, he’s really smart”.

I could see for myself she was thoroughly impressed, her body language said it all. She tested him for about 30 minutes, right. When she was done, she stated how he’s performing how they expect 6 year olds to perform. I was like what you talking about Willis. To me he was simply being smart ass Amir. (Insert gif)

She stated how she only heard him *insert technical name for stuttering here* once, and that it certainly does not affect his learning abilities.

Having him tested eased a lot of things for me. Knowing my 3-year and 9 month old perform how they expect 6-year olds to perform was quite comforting. My efforts of educating him have paid off.

After the assessment was done, I began to think about how the neurologist was ready to throw him into special education. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with special education, but I do have a problem with people labeling children, particularly black boys, before giving them a chance to display what they are capable of.

Parents should certainly get their children the help they need, but don’t let anyone label your children. You have to fight with and for your children. Don’t ever let anyone just throw labels on them.

I wonder where my baby would be now had I settled for what the neurologist suggested.

Nonetheless, I am super excited about my baby going to big boy school. He’s so elated to finally be going to school with his big brother. Hmm 🤔, I wonder what the results would show if I had my oldest tested, that kid is highly intelligent.

Each one of my children have taught me very different things, and that’s what motherhood is about. Not only are we to teach our children, but they teach us.

This journey with Prince Amir has been an extremely turbulent one at times, but oh so beautiful.

If you haven’t, you can read about it here

Strawberry Banana Mimosas

It’s Galentine’s Day!

Galentine’s Day is just like Valentine’s Day, except you celebrate with your friends. I mean do you really need a reason to hang out with your friends?

To celebrate, I made strawberry banana mimosas, and they were delish!

I promise they are super easy to make.

Here’s what I used:

Sparkling rosé (the brand is based on your preference)

A oz bottle of Naked Strawberry Banana flavor

Strawberries for garnish

And here’s what I did:

Filled the champagne flutes about 1/2 way with the Naked juice.

Filled the glass to the top with sparkling rosé

Sliced a couple strawberries for garnish and placed them on the glass.

Then used a coffee straw to stir the mixture in each glass.

Dasit! 😝 Super easy and super yummy. 😋

I found a billion recipes, but I never follow recipes. There more of a reference for me than an actual plan.

Being that I juice, I could’ve simply made some juice, but I didn’t want the hassle of cleaning up.

And honestly, when drinking with friends, who really want to do all that extra work.

Nonetheless, you should definitely enjoy your friends on this Galentine’s!

What are some of your favorites mimosa recipes?

Me, Myself, and I

IMG_4388.JPGIn 2016, I decided that 2017 would be the year that I would commit to healing the broken parts of myself.  The decision came from me not wanting to bring issues from my past into my 30’s.  I proclaimed that I would walk into my 30’s a new, maybe not new, but changed woman. I really did, and still do not want to be damaged goods. My 20’s were good, but my 30’s will be greater.

The number one issue in my life that I had to fix was my relationship with my father. My dealings with my dad directly reflect how I treat men. I treat men exactly how I treat my father. I felt as if me being that way would be counterproductive to me teaching my sons to be respectable, accountable, and trustworthy men.

This year, my sister came to live with me. she was raised with our father, I was not, so in a nutshell, we both have daddy issues. We had a many sister talks and got to see our father from each other’s point of view. It was comical to hear all the lies he had told about my mother as to why he was not active in my life. My sister got to see first hand how my dad avoids me. He would call her to check on my kids as opposed to calling me, ya know, their mother.

There were other events that occurred during our time of living together, where we both agreed neither of us had it better than the other.  My father and his ways old fashioned and manipulative had done a great number on us. Those few short months with my sister healed a huge part of me, but there was still work to be done.

One of my favorite photos of myself and my sister.

I have really gotten into affirmations, setting intentions, and speaking what I want out of life and with my self healing process.

*Fast forward to Thanksgiving 2017*

This was my first Thanksgiving in my adult life with my family on either side. I sat with each of my  family members and had a conversation which confirmed revealed answers I was looking for. It was a bit trippy, I was like damn you unknowingly gave me the answer I have been waiting on. I can say that each answer may not have been the one I wanted, but it was what I needed.

Observing my dad and how he talked to my brother further proved that I really did not miss out on anything. I was like this man is short fused and angry for no reason, oh and lets not forget always right *rolls eyes*. I wanted to engage him in a conversation about this, but he ALWAYS avoids this topic when I bring it up. He never wants to go head to head with me about real issues, that’s another trait I detest in other people.  My dad and his way with people is why I have struggled dearly with trusting men. When I say trusting, I don’t mean I think they will cheat or things of that nature, It’s more of,  “I think you’re generally full of shit and will lie about anything” type of distrust. Knowing what I know now, this train of thought is not healthy.  In the last few months I have gotten better with trusting, as I am learning to change the way I think.

With me making progress in this area, I have been thrown a test in the form of my sons father. The way he handles me and my son is exactly how my dad does me and my mom. It’s beyond frustrating, and makes me want to tear some shit up. Lol, I’m not going that route though. I am determined to completely heal this area and totally transform my thinking. I WILL pass this test.

The self healing process is not pretty. You will cry, you’ll get angry, you’ll be joyous of your progress, but the end result is well worth going through all those things. You have to know that the things you will learn about yourself may piss you off, but if you don’t check self, how can you check anyone else. It will not happen over night, and trust me it is a daily crusade.

It is extremely necessary for one to heal themselves, no one else can do it for you. When working on self beware of other people who are broken and are not trying to change. They will drain and discourage you if you let them. I know it’s easier said than done, but you have to cut that out of your life if you’re serious about healing.

I ultimately want to be a better me, a better mother, daughter, sister, and friend.


Knowing who you are gives you power over those who challenge your identity.




I Love You 

An incident occurred between myself and my son that inspired me to write this.

We recently moved into a bigger apartment, and as I was unpacking, he kept messing with things I asked him not to. I ignored him for a bit, then I fussed at him. In the midst of me fussing, he put his hand on my face, and said “Mama, I love you”.

Not going to lie, it was the sweetest thing ever, buuuuuut it immediately made me think of the countless numbers of times, that mechanism has been used to attempt to deflect in a relationship.

I explained to him how I loved him too, but it doesn’t negate the fact that I was upset with him for continuing to do something he was specifically told not to do.

This whole ordeal had me thinking about the behaviors men pick up in childhood, that carry over into their adult life.  P.S. I’m generalizing, but I’m more than sure it’s applicable to most.

I can recall a couple occurrences where the “I love you” or “Do you still love me” card was pulled, and even then I wondered what did that have to do with the issue at hand.

Is this something men do to get you to forget why you’re mad? Is it supposed to make me be any less mad? And how did my 3-year old know to attempt it?

Being a boy mom, I have always fought to raise emotionally intelligent sons, because as a woman I know the frustration of a man not understanding 🙄. I don’t want someone asking my sons “who raised you” or telling them their mama didn’t teach them anything.

I’m fairly certain that I explained to his 3-year old level of understanding how someone’s feelings towards you shouldn’t change when they’re mad or what have you AND that you shouldn’t try to use love or the illusion there of to manipulate them.

This makes me wonder the number of men who wouldn’t be fuck boys had someone sat them down during their youth and explained what emotional intelligence and accountability is.

I said all of this to say, when you see your children or children you interact with regularly exhibiting certain behaviors you know to be manipulative, correct them. They hear you. They may act like they don’t, oh but they do. We have to hold children accountable for the things they do in order for them to grow into adults who hold themselves accountable.

Many things I have experienced while dating, have helped me to learn what to watch for and intercept with my sons. After all, I am raising someone’s future husband.

What’s Love Got to do With It

With these writings, I will make myself and my life completely vulnerable. Being vulnerable and putting yourself out there, is how you grow. If you’re never vulnerable, you never change.

This post is very different from anything I’ve ever written, but my experiences may help someone else.

It has been a hell of an emotional roller coaster with my sons father. During my pregnancy things got extremely rocky, to the point that I just let him be. I had full understanding that having a baby does not guarantee a man will be with you. I was about 5 months pregnant, and gave him his space and watched life unfold.

June 2013, the day before Father’s Day, we were discussing the possibility of having another child. We agreed there were issues to be handled prior to, but all in all seemed to be on the same page. Father’s Day rolls around, and one of the issues to be taken care of was another woman who knew no boundaries. To sum everything up, he chose her over me. Cool! I did not fuss with him or anything, I just let him be. My son was a year and a half old and was moving with his father on this day as well. I did not cry about the situation until he came to get the last of his things from my house.

I semi moved on. I eventually had another child with someone else. Guess what? That’s when he decides he wants to express how he really felt. Where was this when it mattered?!?

I can’t remember the reason why, but my dad came to visit. My dad and my sons father have a talk. In this conversation he disclosed to my dad that he wants to be with me, but because I have another child, he’s not sure. Whaaaaatever! Anyhow, we were slowly working on getting back to where we were before the Father’s Day fiasco in 2013.

Everything was going well, we were going places together, reconnecting. March 5th, 2015, my 27th birthday. He made the day special, and after 3 years we were finally intimate again. After that we really “leveled up”.

Memorial Day 2015, he states he has something to tell me. My heart drops instantly. Somehow I already knew what it was. He goes on to say “I have another child on the way.” I said “ok, no shocker there. I was expecting this.” So I then ask “Well who’s the mom?” When he told me, I instantly lost my shit. The woman he had gotten pregnant was a woman he alleged would just babysit our son for him. I asked when was the baby is due, I could have punched his face in when he told me the date. I even asked what they were naming the baby, and he would never say. I asked had he told our son, he told me he hadn’t. We had a short period of time to take this in. All I could think about was that bullshit he told my dad. How do you have a child on the way, yet give a bullshit answer to my father about me having another child.

In the days after, everybody asked was I ok. I really was. People kept saying it’s ok to cry if you need to. I genuinely had no desire to cry about it. I mean, for what? What would crying solve?

He eventually told me what they were naming the child. I’ll admit I was salty as hell! Like who does that, but hey if that’s what y’all want to do.

Moving forward.

One day I drop my oldest son off at daycare, and one of the workers goes “His brother is here today”, I was confused because my baby boy didn’t attend that daycare. She went on to say, “You know the baby brother”. I’m 38 hot. You don’t think it’s important to tell that your son and his mother have moved to the same city? I had to find out by dropping my son off at school? He of course gave a bullshit explanation.

It’s been a constant back and forth of events. I made a promise to myself that I’d never be a bitter woman. My approach to everything is keep quiet and let it all unfold.

I’m mature enough to conduct myself accordingly, so the other mother and I have never had any issues. We ended up having a conversation the day before Father’s Day this year. A lot was revealed to me. To say these things were surprising would be a lie. I already knew of what I had gone through with him, so why would he change now?

I will be honest, my ego kicked in. I thought of everything I could make her aware of, but I let it be. Egos and not wanting to look foolish can turn situations far worse than they need to be. 

Of course, he was with the apologies, but I told him he could keep them. He should have just left me alone. I accept my responsibility in this as well. I allowed myself to be dragged back into foolery.

There are a plethora of things that have occurred that make me question his definition of love and respect. Clearly he neither loves or respects either of us.

One example that made me reconsider my entire life was the reality show Love & Hip Hop. I don’t watch it, but because of social media it’s easy to keep up with what happens on the show. Everyone talks about how dumb Tara and Amina are, but that can happen to any of us if we aren’t careful. People often say love will keep you in a situation, I say your pride and ego will keep you in a situation. I remember he even admitted to me that he was trying to get me back for having another child. People are quick to bring up my other son and his father, but I’m not out here doing relationship things with his father.

What is it about the insecurities of a man, that will allow him to constantly destroy good women? I admittedly don’t have anything bad to say about all parties involved, other than we’re all dumb. I own my faults, why not? Can’t be in denial about what’s happening and what has happened in your life. Accept it, learn from it, grow, and move forward.

Opinions are like assholes, EVERYBODY has one. Let people say what they want about what you should and shouldn’t do, but you ultimately have the final say so. As women we have to stop giving men the option of continually placing us in drama. Don’t be afraid to call him out on his bs, never let your voice go unheard. One thing I can say is I never took up issues with the women involved, I always brought the issues to him.

It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men.- Frederick Douglass

The best thing for me now is to remove myself from the situation all over again. I know the feelings and expectations that come with having your first child. I told him she’d have those same expectations as well. We co-parent our son very well, and that’s what really matters. He’s happy and is very loved.

I often joke about writing a book of my experiences, but I think I just may do it. In today’s world, we are groomed to hide our problems. I’ve said time and time again, I don’t mind speaking on the events of my life. You never know who your life will inspire.

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