I’m still here. There are so many things that perplex me that I want weigh in on.
I’m saddened, disturbed, and disgusted by the treatment of runner Caster Semenya, but since I am scheduled to give a talk on her situation, I’ll save my comments for that.
I want to thank everyone who participated in the secret surprise baby shower. Thank you sooooo much for your contributions.
I am elated about the revamping of the prayer ministry at my church and my participation in it. I may not be one to offer too much counseling, but I can send up timber and get a response.
I have no idea in which direction my life is headed and I’m becoming more peaceful with not knowing all of the details. If I knew what I’d have to go through to get where I want, I’d probably tell God never mind, so it’s for the best that I know not everything.
I am all over the place because I have so much to say and no clear plan for saying it.
Have you ever had a relationship with someone that was unremarkable and you later wondered, “What did I ever do that for?” That’s how I feel about my summer fling. Completely unremarkable. We barely chat now even though I think he believes that we will potentially reconnect again. I know for certain that we will not. IF he only knew.
Oh yeah. I want to weigh in on Whitney and how proud I am of her for re-emerging back in her right mind. I am happy for her daughter as well who is for the first time meeting a drug-free mommy. God ROCKS!!!
I also thought it funny how Oprah just gave up on rephrasing Whitney’s references to God and the Holy Spirit to say “Spirit.” LOL Whitney knew what she meant and that’s exactly what she said. I’m glad God and reading His Word got her through, and I’m also glad she went through and came out to be a beacon of light to so many others. I pray that she can maintain her victory. And I thank God for praying mommas because I know my own has seen me out of many a bind as Whitney’s mother’s prayers saw her through.
Hooray for Whitney!!!
Also, I think it ironic that my cousins and their children call me Cousin A and feel some kind of way when they hear me reference my sister as my sister–who shares no parents or familial relationship with me. To me, she is my sister, period, and that’s a closer relationship than cousin. My children will call her aunt. Additionally, my bff’s children were trained to call me auntie before ever meeting me and I’ve already committed to do more for them than I probably will for any in my own family. It’s all about relationship, and to them, I am their aunt, which is a closer kinship than cousin. Some family members take relationship for granted as though it’s not something that has to be developed, but if you want special favors and treatment, it definitely does. In my family members’ defense, I was raised like a step-sibling to my cousins because of my only child status, which was closer than the average cousin but still not the same as a sibling. My sister’s mom treats me like another daughter–period. I get presents just like my sister at holidays.
As my uncle said last week when I called out of the blue, he can’t expect me to call him on the regular when he never calls me. Such is life. I am known for being a child whisperer of sorts, so it’s quite an accomplishment that comes with bells and whistles when I take a liking to someone’s child because (as my bff knows) I don’t like everyone’s children…and I will tell their parents this. Most of my friends and I have similar child rearing practices, so it’s mostly in my family where I take a hands off approach to ill-mannered youngins. I ramble, but my point is that who is closest to me is determined on my own terms. That just is.
I am honored that I have four godsons and one more on the way. I also have my bff’s two daughters and a co-worker’s daughter as nieces. I have four special younger cousins that with the exception of one won’t share many of the memories that my adopted nieces and three of my godsons will. That’s quite enough for me. The more children you add, the deeper one’s pockets must be.