The random misadventures of a (formerly)Single Super Mom

Today was just "one of those days".  You know the days where nothing makes sense?  The days where you ask the universal question of "why?".  Today was the funeral of the father of a friend of mine.  He was diagnosed with cancer of the brain just a few short months ago.  Why does it happen so fast sometimes?  Why did someone so young have to go?  Why is this wonderful man not here anymore to see his grandbaby girls grow up?  To hold them?  To tell his wife that he loves her?  To tell his daughter that he loves her?  Why does it strike some, and miss others?  I don't understand it.  I really don't.  Also, today was the "closure" of an ache that has been in my heart for a long time.  3 years ago, a friend of mine and her baby girl were on their way to church one Saturday night. Unbeknownst to them, 2 cars decided to drag race at speeds of over 80 miles an hour, and her car was hit.  She and her daughter were killed, as we sat, literally less than

Sometimes it sucks being a woman.  It really does.  The decisions we make are scrutinized to the nth degree, and no matter what we do, someone takes issue with it.  Stay at home moms versus working moms.  Moms who choose to circumcise their children and moms who don't.  Moms who choose to vaccinate and moms who don't.  And moms who choose to breastfeed and moms who don't.  It's sometimes all out war; and not between the sexes.  It's between ourselves.  I sometimes think that we do more to undermine all of the rights that we have than anyone else does.  As I was reading this article http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/48447825/ns/today-today_health/t/new-yorks-pro-breastfeeding-stance-draws-criticism/ , the positions of people blow my mind.  How is the mayor, a man, going to propose legislation that formula be treated as a medication in hospitals and therefore must meet a medical need before being dispensed?  I am a fierce proponent for breastfeeding.  I nursed both of m

As our country competes in the Olympic games, there have been stories of triumph, of tragedy, of overcoming adversity, and of not living up to expectations.  However, I never in my life expected to read a story about a teenage girl's hair.  Gabby Douglas is an amazing athlete.  She's in a place that millions of little girls in leotards dream of being some day.  She's got a mother who sacrificed more than many parents will ever know, in order to fulfill the dreams of her daughter.  And she's being criticized over her hair.  Really?  Really.  Being a Black woman with a dubious ancestry, I've had to answer a million questions about my hair. My parents are black.  My grandparents are black.  My great-grandparents were black.  Somehow through the genetic mish mosh of Spanish, French, African, Native American, and Caucasian that is in my DNA, I don't have typically "black" hair.  I get asked all the time.."what are you?".  "What are your par

When I was 17, I told my mom that I was NEVER having kids.  There was no way in heck that I was going to saddle myself with those little buggers.  I had plans, you see.  I was going to be a Marine Biologist and go train killer whales at Sea World.  Well, you see how THAT worked out for me.  When my former husband and I decided to start a family, it took us a year to conceive for the first time.  Before then, I'd never even considered the possibility that I might not be able to have children.  Every month that went by and it didn't happen, I got a little more disappointed.  When I found out I was pregnant, it was the most amazing day of my life.  A sense of joyous wonder infused every part of me, and at that moment, I knew my life would never be the same.  I got pregnant fairly quickly with my second child, and even though my marriage was ripe with strife and infidelity, I wanted that baby more than I could ever imagine.  When my marriage ended, I was so thankful to have my tw