I’m originally from Haïti and, in my early fifties. I’ve been living here in the U.S. since I was sixteen.
Yes, I raised my children, worked endlessly, baked my pastries and catered to my friends. Lastly, I taught myself how to sit and relax in my little garden, so I can enjoy a glass of red wine, or sip a cup of hot tea or coffee; depending on the hour.
Sound good, wouldn’t you agree? Well, that was BEFORE I lost my job, and my children’s horns became visible!!!
You heard me! Yes, my girls grew horns instead of wings.
Blessing from above. “Children are blessing from the Lord.” So I thought they were. (Depending on how cute they are, of course!) But, trust me on this one, “You better make sure you know from which Lord they are coming from. Because as those little brats get older, and they decide to rampage down the realm of nighmares (where they often vacation) by then, if you haven’t learned how to pray for your sanity, you better run to a nearby church.
Why? Because in your dire need for emotional support, you’re prone to hear the following:
“That’s not my problem Mah!”
York! why did we did we look forward to their first word?
Isn’t it the lie we tell ourselves as responsible parents, we feel compelled to sign an eternal contract to love and protect our children even through eternity if we have to? But, as we get older, if by any chance the sun stops shining, isn’t it fair to expect them to rerciprocate the same favor?
Well, if you are not already aware of this fact, those little angelic brats we once cherished, may turn out to be the same demons who’ll drag us to our early graves.
Of course, that’s IF WE LET THEM.
So parents, don’t ever become just a nameless doe for the sake of your children. Even if you have to spend your last dime, do yourself this favor: Spend one penny on THEM, THE REMAINING NICE CENTS ON YOURSELF.
“Just kidding.” However, do be kind to yourself. Because later on, you may regret it. Particularly if by any chance, after all your sacrifices, the little demons still choose to travel down the road of foolishness, while spending thousands of dollars on a Good-Cheer purse, or a Je T’adore bottle of perfume, while they leave you behind in the sea of forgetfulness, jobless and homeless.
After your sorrowful death, they’ll say:
“She’s finally gone! But, she sure was the best Mah!”
My answer from my grave: “To hell with you. Why didn’t you show me that during my many attempts to stop breathing?”
But, seriously, thanks to my children, I learned how to cope with my stress through writing.
Although, my girls were not the only ones responsible for my retarded state of mind. The woman we call LIFE was guilty as charged.
No wonder they call her a bitch!
Sorry for cursing, but I decided to step out from my comfort zone today.
The fact is, with all the misery”THAT WOMAN,” seved me,, I could have easily wrote a book entitled to:”The World Most Curse Woman.”
But, I won’t dare give Her that satisfaction. Knowing her, she’ll probably boast her ugly pride on another victim.
Don’t get me wrong. To be honest, I haven’t been able to count my blessings. And, I’ve had the pleasuer to meet some great folks as well.
But, I ‘ve had so called friends???
Need I say more?
“Value crash – Value crash!!!
What can I say? I’m known to throw my pearls upon swine. But at least, for a brief moment, they had an encounter with the light.Yes, I refuse to dance with darkness, so I guess I’m a loner.
Guess what? In the process of venting my anger toward life, what a grand surprise when I discovered I was an artist?
For my first painting, I really wanted to paint a woman dressed in black with a serpent choking the life out of her. Instead, I end up painting a joyful pregnant woman with a smiling baby girl.
I called it “The Joy of Motherhood.”
Can you believe this? I couldn’t even vent my anger though painting. Because the fact is, love will always conquer all. So why not paint something beautiful!!!
Strange isn’t it? Some of us have to be tortured emotionally before we can journey through the road of self-discovery. Indeed, what does not kill us make us strong.
Another fact about me is, whenever that woman we call LIFE ties me down trough a straight jacket, I discover one more hidden talent. Honestly, I think God uses my brain as an experimentation tools. Perhaps before He releases a new talent on the earth, he test it on me first. Of course, that’s when He finally manage to get my attention.
I swear I urinate talents whenever I’m depressed.
Yes, I’m multi-talented, artistic. So, I’ve been told. And, I won’t debate this fact either.
I think that’s God’s way to either compensate me for being a good/bad sinner or to show me how He can glorify His name through any worthless piece of mud.
Or, perhaps it’s because of my stern faith in Him. Because I just believe He id able to do anything. And, I’m not afraid to ask Him to share His creative mind with me.
Exemple of my typical conversation with God:
“Are you sleeping God?”
“I don’t sleep Nadege.”
“So, don’t you get borred watching everybody’s business?”
“Don’t play with me young lady!”
‘Can you say that again?”
“oops! Just kidding!”
“What do you want? Have a meeting.”
“I just need to know how to make this dress.”
God: “We uphere don’t wear dresses, so how should I know? Mm! Then again, you just gave me an idea- Great job my child!”
Me: ‘Dawn it! I forgot to copyright this one as well!”
SOMETHING ABOUT ME – PART II
Seriously. What limitation can we place on our Creator. By the way, He has a great sense of humor.
Are doubting ME?
He created me didn’t He?
To be continued.
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