These are my girls. The younger one in the long sleeves is actually my niece, but I helped raise her, like a daughter. She received all of her shots along with my son and daughter . I have photo albums of her growing up and I can tell you every cute little story about her when she was a baby. When she was little she’d call me Aunt Mama. I thought it was so cute. Her mother didn’t raise her. Therefore, I was the closet thing to being a mom to her.
One hot summer day, my daughter decided to help my niece ride her bike. This brought so much joy to my heart to see them riding together. My daughter always said she bugged her when they were growing up. She followed her where ever she went and wanted to be like her. It was out of admiration ; she looked up to her like a big sister. Back then it seemed as if , my niece was so much younger than my daughter. In essence they are only 5 years apart. In lady years, this mean you are the same age. Females have so many challenges to face, the commonality makes us the same age for sure.
I can’t believe how much time has past. I taught my daughter to drive a car and now I’m teaching my niece. Where did the time go? It’s frightening , but I have to let them go. Being independent is part of life. It’s healthy and natural . Yet, it doesn’t erase the fears of letting them go out in the world. They have to face disappointments, just as I did. No one is shield from it. Men will hurt them , jobs will reject them and people will let them down.
As a mother, I wish I could hold them and rock them, the way I use too. Each night I’d give them a bath, give them a snack before bed and massage their faces and backs until they were sleep. I remember the 3 am feedings and the early morning fevers. There was the time my daughter was a newborn and she was so constipated. I took her to Kroger at 2am, in my jammies to get a jar of apple juice. She screamed the entire time in the grocery store. I opened the jar of juice in the store and placed one of her nipples on it, from her bottle. As she sucked on that juice, I got in line to pay for it. She was a huge infant. My angel was a 10 pounder at birth. God’s work is amazing the way HE enabled her to fit in my tiny body.
One of the fondest memories of my niece was her loud piercing screams. She’d startle me with the scream. The weird thing is, she’d scream anytime she was excited while playing. No one could play games with her unless they were ready for the scream. Some times I’d have her sit down and rest to calm down. The more excited she got, the more she would scream. It drove me nuts!
Now my little girls are no longer little. They are 20 and 25 years old. I’m so proud of them. Yet, I cry when I see them drive away.
Here is another excuse to show you a photo I created; one morning after making flapjacks. The first time I ever heard that word is when I was a little girl knee high to a sidewalk. My dad would talk about how he ate so many flapjacks growing up.
Have you ever thought about where the name flapjacks originated? Flapjacks dates back to the 1300’s when ” flap” was used in place of “flip.” The jack was used to refer to something smaller than normal. No one really knows why flapjacks was used to describe pancakes, but there isn’t any difference than today when a named is tagged on to something and you never really know why.
I can only eat just one because I normally make them huge. It’s tough for me to order flapjacks from a restaurant , no one seems to understand my love for the charred, crispy edges. Never drown them in syrup. It will soak up regular syrup and you’d find yourself pouring more and more. Now you’ll find yourself eating a bowl of sugar. It’s best with pure honey or agave nectar. It’s delicious with a strong sweet taste. The taste is so strong until you only need very little for flavor. Not to mention agave is derived from a plant. Which is much healthier than refined sugar.
Flapjacks are often served with syrup, chocolate chips, whip cream, blueberries, bananas, cherries, apples, powdered sugar, chicken, candy sprinkles, jam, honey , agave nectar, applesauce, oranges, nuts, caramel sauce, yogurt and shredded coconut. If you have tried anything different . Share it with me. I’d love to know.
Many people think you have to be overweight to have fitness issues. The truth of the matter is anyone can have problem areas or something about their body they wish to improve. In this blog I’m not talking about someone with body image issues or low self esteem . Thats a different blog.
This blog is more about getting back into shape. Although I’ve never stopped working out on some level; I once worked out religiously. I had a schedule. Today is yoga, tomorrow is weights, and so forth. What happened ? I’ll tell you what happened in a nutshell. In order: I fell on some photography equipment ( I’m a photographer) during a session. I injured my knee. My knee hasn’t been the same since, then later my daddy died. Yes, I said my daddy. I’m an adult, but that was my daddy. After those two episodes I couldn’t get back to life. My dad was my world. The best man that God has ever put before me.
Here I am still blessed despite. It is a wonderful thing to be a size 2 at 48 years old. No, I’m not bragging at all. It truly is a blessing. Fortunately I’ve never been a large person. My entire life I’ve worn a size zero ( 0) until I got in to my 30’s. Now I’m happy to say I’m the ideal weight for my height and age. This is according to my doctor. The only thing desire the most is to tone up. I don’t hate the way I look, I know I can use some improvement . However, I’m not conceded by the slightest.
I love taking pictures of myself , because pictures are one of the most endearing things to me. To have a piece of life frozen in time is priceless. I can never get it back once the day is gone, but I preserved it on film or digital. Back to this picture that gave me the ah ha moment. I had been complaining to myself regarding getting my legs into shape, but it didn’t dawn on me, just how much until I took this selfie.
This was taken 1 day ago. So I’m not cheating with an old photo. LOLThere isn’t anything wrong with my legs. They work great. Besides these are the legs God assigned to me. I want to be stronger, toned and have nice shaped legs. I am committing to do just that. Before I really do extensive work outs with my legs, I’m going to pay a doctor another visit . I want to check on my left knee for advice on what type of exercise to perform based on my issue with my knee. The problem is it will dislocate sometimes. I’ll find myself bent over on the floor crying and popping in back into place. After this happens it’s sore for a month. Then that leads me to another workout setback.
Lastly, I want to say don’t beat up on yourselves too bad ladies and gents. Take each day at a time. Work on baby steps. I started by just walking a few times a week for 1 hour. I’ve noticed a change in my endurance and strength already. You can do it too! Whatever it is you want to improve on yourself go for it! Don’t look at celebrities, or anyone else in magazines, social media or TV as the parameter for what is acceptable as beauty and fit. You have to be your own kind of beautiful!