tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21538106661254361752024-03-05T18:27:05.102-08:00M.L.F. Chronicles: Mommy Likes FunNow single. Still sexy.Birdie Chessonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205235656032128407noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2153810666125436175.post-27777661281432124902020-02-11T23:35:00.001-08:002020-02-11T23:42:28.467-08:00Does the "Friendzone" exist?Happy Valentine's Day y'all!<br />
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Somewhere, there's the single people, lamenting loneliness and lost love and sitting in great company as the "Friendzone" Crew.<br />
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I've been on both ends. In the past, I've been the Friend that likes someone that likes someone else, wondering what the hell he sees in her beyond physical attraction and although I've "went for it into shooting my shot" as he complains that the girl of his dreams doesn't see him as anything other than a friend.<br />
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I've also been that woman that hears the confession "I've always liked you but I didn't think you'd like me." I'm like, "C'mon, Man!" Him being either 1) someone that I wouldn't be with in a million years anyway or 2) After the women have used and abused them and here they are coming with their tail between their legs. Friendzoned men deal with the same thing, I know.<br />
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For the record, it takes a certain man to attract me. There has to be inner work done where he's not just like, "I'm one of the good guys, here I am." No, someone that has the qualities that I've cultivated in myself and I seek the same in any partner that meets the standard. Sounds unrealistic? No worries, I'm not for you.<br />
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So what work has to be done for <i>friendzoners</i> and <i>friendzonees</i> to be on the same page?<br />
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On the surface level, it's easier to like someone that you know doesn't want you as a defense mechanism from finding a love that is truly worthy of you and that person is worthy of. Subconscious philosophies like, "Why try?" or "I don't want to get hurt again." I'm not saying to settle. I'm saying to real with yourself.<br />
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What does the 'girl/guy of your dreams' have that you really want? Do you know what type of person that she/he wants? Are you the type of that would be happy being that person that meets their 'criteria'? Does what you think that you can offer coincide with what he or she needs? Did you do your homework on them? Is what they've told you sound consistent with their results?<br />
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Sometimes, the 'friendzoner' isn't a real person to you. They're just someone on a pedestal to be admired, a connection never to be achieved, an idea of an ideal. Sometimes it's a person that doesn't see their value yet and you may want that person to see how great they are and how great you two can be together. But if they're a confused glutton for punishment, it's a protection that you're not mixed up in their madness. Maybe deep down, you know that. Because if you two aren't on the same page, you'll both just be settling.<br />
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Getting past the entry level on loving someone goes more into just attracting that person. Be the type of person that <i>you</i> want to be, set realistic goals for love and if that combination is a winning connection, nothing can stop a true love from happening.<br />
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I truly hope that attracting the person you want comes after your internal work being done that now the natural progression is the upgrade from single to couple. But if you want someone because you're lonely, even you aren't there yet. Love yourself, love who you are, (sans a counterpart) and you won't be invisible anymore. Open your eyes, shine bright and don't wait in the shadows for someone to pick you.<br />
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Treat yourself good this Valentine's Day and spin that loneliness into loving being alone. Go out enjoy your life and let love catch up to you. When the moment is right, you'll know and that may not be the person who <i>you think it should be</i> in this moment.<br />
<br />Birdie Chessonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205235656032128407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2153810666125436175.post-23010187099648350122020-01-27T05:04:00.000-08:002020-01-27T05:04:40.271-08:00Loss in the VillageI woke up this morning to a wailing. Like a guttural, <i>from the soul</i> kind of wailing. I was dreaming and in that dream, I heard that wailing and saw Vanessa's face. I opened my eyes and sat up quickly. A woman that just lost her husband and daughter in one fell swoop, having transitioned, not to be seen on earth and now relegated to dreams and memories.<br />
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It's everyone's worst fear. Loss. Vanessa Bryant lost her husband and her daughter. The Altobelli's lost their parents and sister. The Chesters lost their mother and daughter. A coach and a pilot lost their lives. Fans, friends and families lost people that had become a part of their life's experience in one way or another.<br />
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Yesterday was hard and emotional. I had to log off of social media altogether. Later, I left my home to pick my son up from his father and when we sat down while in transit, he asked me about Kobe. "Did you hear about Kobe, Mom?" "Yes, Baby." He shows me a tribute that he made and saved on his phone. I smiled. "Do you want to talk about it?" He said no and put his head on my shoulder. I kissed his forehead. That was it. I know that he's in his head, processing and when he's ready, he'll talk more about it.<br />
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We all deal with loss in different ways. Tears, stoicism, denial, moved to action, avoidance and tributes. The list goes on. There are so many ways to deal with loss, and none of them are 'wrong'. Our sense of loss is different. I felt the loss of a woman who loves her man and child. Everyone's losses are identified in different ways.<br />
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It's not like in the past, where we get the shocking information on the 11 o'clock news. Now we get instant news and social media spreads it like a wildfire with speculation, misinformation until the 'official' details gets shared and confirmed. Everyone is worked into a tizzy trying to process information as fast as it comes out. It's so easy to get overwhelmed as we get inundated with what's happening in the moment.<br />
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My heart leaps out of my chest whenever my son leaves the house and returns when he's safe in my arms because life has no guarantees. Vanessa now has 2 empty spaces at her table. An empty side to her bed. One empty bed of a baby that she doesn't get to kiss goodnight anymore. A whole entire part of her life is over in a blink of an eye.<br />
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Life isn't promised to any of us. Loss reminds all of us that there's no such thing as forever in this earthly existence. It's loss that reminds us how much we want to live. How much we want 'our people' in our lives. This is a time for grace, a time for reflection and a time for appreciation.<br />
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The wounds of loss are always fresh and will stay fresh for awhile. It'll be hard to mention sports without a Kobe reference for awhile. Then as life picks up it's momentum, the pain gets less and less. Because life does go on. People need to grieve for as long as they need to. When the pain doesn't go away, it's because there's nothing in it's place. There's the remaining members of family that needs to be acknowledged and loved despite the losses. The remaining players that deserve no comparisons.<br />
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When you lose someone, that pain of loss that was previously put away reemerges within the fresh loss and we grieve all over again. It's hard sometimes to put loss into a degree of perspective without creating ripples.<br />
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That's why it's so important to grieve and have a safe place to do so. Express primal and soul wrenching grief. True raw emotions. <i style="font-weight: bold;">Male emotions and female emotions, adult emotions and child emotions, </i>with no stigmas and no limits. After the tears dry, there's hope, love and appreciation for our own lives, those we love and those who love us. We deserve to live our lives to the best of our abilities. Leave behind lasting and loving legacies as they did. The people that we've lost would want that for us.<br />
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<br />Birdie Chessonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205235656032128407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2153810666125436175.post-6407872165034418182019-12-17T12:36:00.000-08:002019-12-17T12:44:05.409-08:00Put Some Respect on Moniece's Name<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Since 2014, <a href="https://www.instagram.com/moniece_slaughter/?hl=en">Moniece Slaughter</a> has told the world that she loves her son so much that she's had to let him go.<br />
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Did you hear that? The woman has suffered through worldwide judgment and ridicule because her personal version of motherhood is different than what's "traditionally" held. Popular digs at her:</div>
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"She's not raising her kid." "She's not a good mom." Without substantial proof, mom shaming of the worst kind.</div>
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Parenthood is heavy and takes a lot of sacrifice. People fail to realize that it takes great humility and love to admit that you, as a mother, are incapable to caring for her child daily and can actually do something about it.<br />
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Guess what she did? She gave him to his father so that she could get help. Cam's father was handed Father of the Year for doing his job and she was vilified. She didn't walk away from her child, she didn't become a deadbeat ghost mom. She gave her son's father primary custody. This isn't a hate on her baby's father post, this is to bring to the forefront the fact that:</div>
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1) Parents are killing themselves (and their kids) at alarming rates because they can't function. They suffer in silence with shame and powerlessness that's so crippling that they can't bear to exist and take themselves and/or their kids off this earth. It's so sad that Murder/Suicides are even an option.</div>
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2) Admitting that you have postpartum depression or a chemical imbalance and is in need of assistance is brave and needs to be understood and cared for, not criticized or belittled. </div>
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3) The FIRST person in line to care for the children is the OTHER parent. She should be able to entrust her child's care to his other parent. They are co-parents for a reason. No woman should be shamed for giving their children to her co-parent. </div>
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Children's Services didn't have to be called, Going to Auntie's or a drop off at Grandma's wasn't an option, Dad was called for help. Fathers don't "step up", they become Dads, like they should. In this case, Cam wins. He has 2 parents that love him and rise to the occasion of parenthood on their own terms. Nothing is perfect but it has to work because it's all you've got.</div>
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There are so many things people may not like about Moniece due to the presentation of her public persona, but one thing that I hope that the world comes to a more developed understanding of: Mothers need help. Mothers need help. MOTHERS DESERVE HELP. </div>
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Moniece asked for help. For that, she deserves respect. </div>
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We're living in this age, where people are becoming martyrs because they've killed themselves. They're overmedicated or spiral because they hate how they feel and feel like their only outlet is to become something or someone else so they don't feel bad anymore. </div>
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Most mothers don't have that luxury. I personally have survived depression and the torturous limbo of not wanting to feel pain, not wanting to die because you have a reason to live but not wanting to live in pain is a horrible feeling. Add on caring for a mini-you that depends on you for life is a lot for people to deal with. Then add to that, the ugly death of a relationship with someone you once cared for & had the child with. </div>
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Motherhood is a process. Sometimes we have good days and many days we feel like failures. Then when we want to do more than "being just moms", we get demonized for "not putting our kids <i>first.</i>" </div>
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All of us deserve to have a full life and teaching our children how to be the best versions of ourselves is <i><b>only</b></i> through experience and shown through the clarity of our example, not an imposed martyrdom drenched in servitude based on worldly standards of motherhood. Any mother that says to the contrary is delusional. It's not realistic and it's unfair. No one has the right to define what kind of mother you should be.</div>
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If we're falling apart and our kids are in the front row seats, what example is that? We're trying to break generational curses, and the kids don't win if we can't do our best. </div>
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There is nothing i love more than being Bam's mother but there were days that i couldn't get out of bed and although it was hard, I pushed through. Days that I didn't have help and couldn't call anyone. It took time and patience with myself and a lot of suffering in silence. It took a lot of tears in the dark and forming alliances with other mothers that gave a degree of support and resonance when I felt alone and couldn't depend on Bam's father. But that doesn't make me Mother of the Year. In my silence, I was a part of the problem. What defines a good parent is not cookie-cut. It fluctuates based on instances, the days and stages throughout our lives. </div>
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My son knows that i am not perfect and I know that he loves me, on even my worst days when I didn't love myself. Kids are resilient that way. The best and only judge that can be the gauge is to be seen when your children grow up. That love and understanding given now will be the product of what the world gets when Cam is grown.<br />
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I know 2 things: Raising a child should take a village and only time will only tell. Moniece has my respect for her act of love. She is one of the very public faces of maternal mental health that embodies a self care and grace that mothers deserve. </div>
Birdie Chessonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205235656032128407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2153810666125436175.post-27159911642712822282016-07-07T21:31:00.000-07:002016-07-07T23:17:16.307-07:00Feeling Hopeless in the Village.<div class="myAnchor" style="color: #2c2e2f; line-height: 50px;">
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<span style="color: #2c2e2f; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Anyone that truly knows me, knows about my
son, Bam. Bam is 12 years old. In person, he definitely doesn't look his age.
He's very active and carefree. He's a good kid. Good manners, courteous,
helpful, with a great heart & pure intentions, smart and handsome. He likes
Starbucks, jumping off of things, rides his bike, skateboards and does tricks
on his hoverboard. He plays soccer, football and runs track. It's a pleasure
being his mom. Bam is my only son. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #2c2e2f; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">We live on the Upper
West Side and here’s the day-to-day “mini world” we live in: </span><span style="color: #2c2e2f; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">I don't let Bam go home from school alone yet,
because he goes to a good school that's in a bad neighborhood. I still have to
know his friends before he goes with them, he still doesn't talk to strangers
and when he goes out to play, he has a time limit, most likely within my sight
and again with friends I know. He doesn't spend the night at anyone's house
unless it's family or very close family friends and I'm probably staying
too. </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">On alternate weekends, if he takes too long to call me after he
goes with his father, I'm calling them both up until I reach him. And I always
worry until he comes home.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2c2e2f; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Needless to say, I've been called overbearing
and in some cases, admittedly so, but what else am I to do? All of this time I've
been trying to protect him from bullets, gangs, bullies, strangers and
molesters and other predators, but now I have to protect him from the police?
Predatory police officers are like wolves in sheep’s clothing. In that case,
that means I'll never be able to protect him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2c2e2f; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Let me get this straight: I've moved into a
better neighborhood and it still won't be enough. I make sure that he has
golden opportunities to shine and be a better version of himself every day and
it's not enough. You mean all I can do is pray? You mean all I can do is teach
him to be a good person, help him live a good life and give him tools to be
successful and just hope that the predatory police officers don’t pluck his
life from this earth? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2c2e2f; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Right now, I'm all over the place in my mind
because I'm all about being positive and helping my son maintain the belief
that life is good and if you work really hard and stay awesome, you'll have a
great life. But the reality is, not everyone lives that way. There are people
that want your <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">LIFE</i>, that <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">hate</i> you, not because they know you and
genuinely don't like you, but people that see Bam, this bright-eyed innocent boy
with the sparkling personality, somehow his skin color really scares them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2c2e2f; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">I've always been street smart, able to access
a situation based on the energy in the room, perceptive enough to have us
quickly exit if I sense danger and able to fight for him if I ever needed to.
I've taught my son to be that way too. I pride myself on being a good mom. I
still believe that it takes a village. I've raised my son in this Upper West
Side village bubble, with great people, low crime with great opportunities and
while the mini world I'm protecting him within, there are still predators that
want to take his life. And now I have to school him on the predatory
police officers that may lurk inside of our village.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2c2e2f; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">I need for my UWS Village to understand that
this world needs more than good moms. This world is screwed up and in 6
years when Bam is 18, I'll probably be just as overbearing. He'll have to call
me constantly when he's away in college, I'll probably move to his town when my
first grandchild is born and I'll probably give my daughter-in- law a hard
time. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">In these times, that's if he makes
it to that part of his life</i>. And when he has that life, his life still
won't matter to someone that doesn't value his.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2c2e2f; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">But my while my heart breaks when I think
about the things that I’ve protected him from daily can still take him out, looking
or not, there are the predatory police officers that can take him from me, from
you, from this world. Those predators that have sworn to and supposed to help
me protect him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2c2e2f; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Don't get me wrong, all police officers are
not all predators, I have friends and family that are police officers. People I
trust him with and love him like I do. There are our neighborhood patrolmen and
patrolwomen that we see everyday in our village that as long as I see them, he
could go a little more out of my sight. So I can't send him the double message
that the people wearing blue with badges on their chests are the Boogyman that
I'm supposed to protect him from. I work really hard to give him a good life
and a care-free existence. The reality is that I can't protect him and neither
can my village. What can we really do? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2c2e2f; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">First, I need for my village to hold it
together and maintain our strength and resolve to keep each other and our kids
safe. I need us to stay strong. I need for no awkward small talk conversations
to pop-up on the playground and on the track, football & soccer fields
about, "Did you hear about (insert black victim's name here)?" Or
blurt out, "But All lives matter, Right?” or have awkward silences and
pretending that the ills of the world regarding the predators in blue can't
reach our village bubble and the insanity of the "outside world"
doesn't exist for us. I need for us to be conscious and not in denial. I need for
us to be more proactive in prevention of injustice instead of waiting for
something to happen to one of us to stir the community to action. I need us to really talk about it. Problems, outrage and solutions. I need for us
to be a force in holding the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Powers That
Be</i> accountable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2c2e2f; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Next, I need <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">all</i></b> of the police
officers to hold each other accountable. Stop this wall of silence and
solidarity. Stand up for what's right and denounce what's wrong. It starts one
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<span style="color: #2c2e2f; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">I need for the veteran officers that are
training the new officers to bring out the best in their novices. Help them discover
and empower their heartfelt need to help the communities that they've sworn to
protect, instead of instilling fear and perpetuate the myths of negativity
associated with dealing with black people. I need for them to remember that <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">we
are not the enemy</i></b>. I need for our neighborhood patrolmen and
patrolwomen to reach out into the community and reassure us that they're going
to continue to uphold their sworn, "Protect and serve" and will make
sure that <i>that</i> is the message that our kids and parents will
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<span style="color: #2c2e2f; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">And I need for the police not to be the enemy.
I need that for me. I need that for our village. I need that for my Bam. Our
villages have enough to worry about.</span><span style="font-family: sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Birdie Chessonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205235656032128407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2153810666125436175.post-60108267436076469342015-07-23T16:28:00.001-07:002015-07-23T18:48:47.421-07:00#SandraBlandsLifeMatters<p dir="ltr">Without even immersing yourself in Social media, CNN, FOX or any news outlets you are still witnessing a devastating abuse of power in the case of Sandra Bland.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Sandra Bland is me, my sister, our girlfriends, mother's, aunt's and cousins.<br>
And all Sandra Bland did was not properly signal, get stopped for it and "sass" Officer Brian Encinia.</p>
<p dir="ltr">That's it.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Personally, anyone I know, with the weight of their life and their day, the rush to their destination and the anxiety of being stopped by the police; ANY OF US could've been Sandra Bland. And for all of those who do not THINK for one minute that these are unique circumstances, think again. Because unless you live under a rock, buried in a deep ravine, the abuse of power in this country is everywhere. People's lives are unjustly "<i>plucked"</i> from this planet with disregard to life's value in what seems like everyday by those sworn to protect us. When will <i>that </i>stop?</p>
<p dir="ltr">There's no overt conspiracy against police, no police hate here. But what the hell is happening? </p>
<p dir="ltr">After stopping Sandra Bland, everything else the police officer did was 1000% wrong. None of Sandra Bland's "<i>offensive demeanor"</i> or "<i>black woman attitude"</i> warranted her forced exit from her vehicle. Within that traffic stop, Sandra Bland's rights as an American Citizen, as a woman and as a human were violated.</p>
<p dir="ltr">And to add another insult to her unnecessary death, the transparent cover-up currently in progress is crazy to watch. Where's the accountability? Where's the<i>: "I messed up." "We messed up." "We were wrong." </i>Nope. None of that. Instead, there's this calculated plot to cover up an avalanche of wrongs. What is <b><i>right </i></b>with any of this?</p>
<p dir="ltr">There are actual "justifications" being thrown around.<br>
<b><i>How dare Sandra Bland not respect him? How dare Sandra Bland get sassy with that officer! He's got a badge! </i></b><br>
<b><i>How dare Sandra Bland have ever wanted to die in her past! </i></b><br>
<b><i>How dare Sandra Bland ever get depressed in her past! </i></b><br>
<b><i>How dare Sandra Bland have weed in her system! </i></b><br>
<b><i>How dare Sandra Bland be a woman! </i></b><br>
<b><i>How dare Sandra Bland be a *gasp* black woman! </i></b><br>
<b><i>How dare Sandra Bland drive a car! </i></b><br>
<b><i>How dare Sandra Bland live! </i></b><br>
<b><i>How dare Sandra Bland die in police custody?</i></b><br>
<b><i>How dare she!</i></b></p>
<p dir="ltr">My heart bleeds for Sandra Bland, her family and the senselessness of Sandra Bland's death. And the insulting of our intelligence within the "investigation" we're witnessing. It's heartbreaking.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Sandra Bland is all of us. Sandra Bland does not deserve to be forgotten or swept under the rug. Sandra Bland deserves justice. Bottom line. </p>
<p dir="ltr">#AllLivesMatter. I just hope that police officers, state government, federal government and all of the rest of us remember that. </p>
<p dir="ltr">#sayhername #SandraBland #justice</p>
Birdie Chessonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205235656032128407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2153810666125436175.post-83328706811902037892015-02-17T09:35:00.000-08:002015-05-10T07:57:37.562-07:00Mother's Day & The Power Of Letting Go<p dir="ltr">Happy Mother's Day Ladies!</p>
<p dir="ltr">This is the first Mother's Day that I let my son go for the weekend. A "piece of peace" so I can pamper myself, shop and sleep on Mother's Day. I miss him but it's a sweet deal to be off duty for a day. I'll see him later this evening.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I wouldn't have been able to do that years ago. But as my son and I get older, I've realized that there is a point in a single mother's life when she realizes that she must let go. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Let her child go off into the world, make their own way and 'be a man', just like you've taught him. </p>
<p dir="ltr">And when the dust clears and it's just you standing... That's a whole other journey to begin... And it's nothing like it was before baby. You have more wisdom, you have battle scars. The tough skin needed as a single mother, that body armor, isn't needed as much. There's no precious cargo to protect.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Then hopefully by then, you've let go of all of the pain, let go of all of the past. Let go of all of the shame.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Why? Because it's just you now, and there's no kid to hide behind. There's no more package deal. Your child is not stuck to your hip all of the time. Now you stand alone. And if you're like me, single for what feels like forever, you're vulnerable and feeling awkward. </p>
<p dir="ltr">My son is asking me, "Mom, when will you have a someone for yourself?" This isn't new. He's been asking for years. He never wanted his mother to be alone. But I've martyred myself because I was afraid. Afraid of loving and not being loved. Afraid of opening myself again. Afraid of failing again. I can go on and on, the list is endless. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We always tell our children <i>'always do your best no matter how hard it is'</i> and <i>'you never know if you don't try'</i>. And I have fallen short of both in my dating life. Depriving myself of love, feigning nobility as a dutiful mother as an excuse to push prospects away. What a Crock of doo-doo. Who was I really fooling?</p>
<p dir="ltr">So I've decided I'm using my Mother's Day to reflect on my independence, examine my heart and prepare for that next phase in my life where my son doesn't need me as much anymore. That doesn't mean that I'll be jumping into the deep end. But I won't be afraid of the water.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Enjoy your day, ladies. I will.</p>
Birdie Chessonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205235656032128407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2153810666125436175.post-68355910251835965162015-02-17T09:33:00.003-08:002015-02-17T09:33:46.133-08:00Baggage??<!--StartFragment--> <br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: LucidaGrande; font-size: 11.0pt;"> When it comes to approaching a new relationship in regards to my son, I just don't like the term baggage. So, what do you call "baggage" that lives and breathes? </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: LucidaGrande, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">My son was born into a loving and nurturing relationship. Although things are over between his father and I, we still maintain a healthy friendship that has continued <i>only</i> for the best interest of our son. There's no 'hanky-panky' or baby daddy drama. And I'm not bitter about how things ended. It's just me, now starting fresh... With a son.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: LucidaGrande, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">I know that the term "baggage" comes from what is brought from one relationship into the next relationship... But when it comes to a single women with children, why is it that when men see her coming, some say, "Oh, she has serious baggage." Having children are supposed to be a blessing, a badge of honor, now that there is no man around, some men treat the children as a deterrent. Some men say up front, they don't date women with children. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: LucidaGrande, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Perhaps it's the stigma of a single mother that needs rescue. The woman that wants you to be the "daddy" to her children.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: LucidaGrande, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">I, on the end, do not need a father for my son. He has one. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: LucidaGrande, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Then there's the man that thinks that he's better than that woman, he is doing her a favor by dating her, "She has kids, who else is going to want her?" These attitudes, when perpetuated, are dangerous. It teeters on emotional abuse. Then you hear the sob stories of women that let men mistreat their children because they don't want to be alone.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: LucidaGrande, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">As far as I'm concerned, my son is a VIP. You need a special pass to even come close to him. The VIP section can often be a lonely place, especially when people can't 'get with the program'. but that is fine with me.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: LucidaGrande, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: LucidaGrande, serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: LucidaGrande; font-size: 11pt;">I don't want to miss out on my next loving and nurturing relationship because a man isn't up for what they think will be a big challenge (single mom and her offspring), but I also can't control what a man's opinion of what they think a relationship will be like, just based on the fact that my son <i>exists</i>. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: LucidaGrande, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: LucidaGrande, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">A friend of mine, a single man with no children of his own, calls the children of single mothers, "carry on" versus "baggage". I like that better. Me and my son will carry on until it is meant for me to have someone of my own.</span></span></span></div>
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I’ve spent a great portion of my life being concerned with
doing ‘the right thing’ or doing what others expect from me. I’m way too old
now and too tired to be consumed with the other things that take me from living
the life I’m loving. Especially with my relationships. </div>
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I have great friends and family that truly want what’s best
for me and have tons of great advice for me. And although I’ve made some
mistakes, I pray that they don’t judge me too harshly. We’re all human. We’ve
all done stupid things. But I am a work in progress. I can admit my faults and
don’t harbor many secrets. Maybe I should keep more to myself, but it’s cathartic for me that I
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With that said, the album that I released, Scandal, was
mostly autobiographical. That’s me being honest. And now, when I listen to some
of the songs I sing/sang, I thought of the instances that I’ve lived and loved
through that I brought out on wax and I’m asking the same questions others are
thinking. It’s funny, but on the outside looking in, I’ve been a mess.</div>
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The trouble is, that the things that dominate your mind and
you speak, in my cases, write & sing, manifest themselves in your real
life. The messiness from Scandal, Boots by the Door, Live With It and Lose
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And while it was poetry and my heart bled when I wrote it,
it was a hot, sticky mess while I was in it and it was fun and not fun at the
same time. I noticed that that’s what was beginning to happen. Only I can
change the course of that, so it’s time to write some new songs.</div>
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But with all that happened in my past relationships, I’m
writing 2 books and another album. I’m learning from it all and I will most
definitely not be repeating those patterns. I’m declaring it & putting that out there. I’m
gonna get the messy out of my system, grow from it and love differently.</div>
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To hear and buy my new album: <a href="http://birdiechesson.bandcamp.com/album/scandal">http://birdiechesson.bandcamp.com/album/scandal</a></div>
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Birdie Chessonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205235656032128407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2153810666125436175.post-24712906225663914072014-08-12T14:28:00.003-07:002014-08-12T14:28:59.099-07:00#Depression is Real<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;">This morning on Facebook, I shared a
rare personal snippet of myself when I revealed I myself have struggled with
depression. I know that I am not unique in that aspect. What I realize now in
the mourning of Robin Williams' untimely death is that there are people out
there that don't truly understand what depression is. </span><br />
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<span style="background: white; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12.0pt;">It's not like a "What a depressing
day." Or "I feel depressed today." Depression is a pit that you can't dig
yourself out of. Some can deal with highs and lows seemingly effortless, like
I've seemed to on the outside. But on the inside, I'm struggling to live
everyday. It's a nagging pain that won't leave and it makes me heavy on the
inside. It even paralyzes me sometimes. Those are my descriptions. It may be
different for someone else. All I can go by is my own highs and lows.</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12.0pt;">What has saved me is taking care of my
son. I am a single mom. I am a great mom. My son has always inspired me to keep
going and be better. Still on my worst days, I’ve struggled with just getting out of
bed. As a baby, my beautiful son depended on me, so I got up to feed him, I played with him, I hugged him, I kissed him, I bathed him and put him to sleep, religiously. And 10 years later, my sense of duty as his mom
still saves me from sinking deeper and I'm able to get out of it, every time I sink into it. All the while, I'd
feel guilty that I wasn't loving my son enough because I was hurting so bad.
Was there truly a reason to be sad? I never really knew. All I knew was that I
was hurting.</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12.0pt;">I'd apologize for having emotions, then
apologize for not having enough emotions. I'd shut out my friends & family,
not return phone calls and procrastinate on work. I've spent many days and
nights not wanting to live but not wanting to die and being stuck in the middle
of vapidity. The hours, days and yes, weeks go by of mental inactivity and life
passed me by.</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12.0pt;">I am a writer, editor, author,
illustrator, book coach, singer and songwriter. Can you imagine the time it
takes to be depressed? Or rather, the energy it takes<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><b><i>not</i></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></span><span style="background: white; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12.0pt;">to be depressed? This morning I asked, "BUT
COULD YOU TELL THAT ABOUT ME?" Someone in another conversation said that I made
depression look easy. But in fact, I want to use this to give depression
another face. I am alive and fighting to live.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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continued: "But it's still a constant battle. I'm literally fighting to
live everyday. I have solace in that fact that we <b><i>all</i></b> fight every d<span class="textexposedshow">ay. Sometimes I still have found myself feeling lost more often
than found." Then I sought to assure my friends and family, "But I am
still good."</span></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span style="background: white; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12.0pt;">The truth is, <a href="https://www.blogger.com/%3Cdiv%20id=%22fb-root%22%3E%3C/div%3E%20%3Cscript%3E(function(d,%20s,%20id)%20%7B%20var%20js,%20fjs%20=%20d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];%20if%20(d.getElementById(id))%20return;%20js%20=%20d.createElement(s);%20js.id%20=%20id;%20js.src%20=%20%22//connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#xfbml=1"; fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js, fjs); }(document, 'script', 'facebook-jssdk'));</script> <div class="fb-post" data-href="https://www.facebook.com/birdie.chesson/posts/10204347086746970" data-width="466"><div class="fb-xfbml-parse-ignore"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/birdie.chesson/posts/10204347086746970">Post</a> by <a href="https://www.facebook.com/birdie.chesson">Birdie Chesson</a>.</div></div>">#DepressionLies</a>. Sometimes people going through the most have the brightest
smiles. Unless someone tells you or you have telepathy, there is no true way of
knowing their suffering</span></span><span class="textexposedshow"><span style="background: #F6F7F8; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12.0pt;">.</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: #F6F7F8; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></span><span class="textexposedshow"><span style="background: white; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12.0pt;">Depression is
real. I'm tired of people acting like it doesn't exist. People deal in their
own way but some cannot. I will never make excuses for anyone's actions but I
have to live with mine. <a href="https://www.blogger.com/%3Cdiv%20id=%22fb-root%22%3E%3C/div%3E%20%3Cscript%3E(function(d,%20s,%20id)%20%7B%20var%20js,%20fjs%20=%20d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];%20if%20(d.getElementById(id))%20return;%20js%20=%20d.createElement(s);%20js.id%20=%20id;%20js.src%20=%20%22//connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#xfbml=1"; fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js, fjs); }(document, 'script', 'facebook-jssdk'));</script> <div class="fb-post" data-href="https://www.facebook.com/birdie.chesson/posts/10204347086746970" data-width="466"><div class="fb-xfbml-parse-ignore"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/birdie.chesson/posts/10204347086746970">Post</a> by <a href="https://www.facebook.com/birdie.chesson">Birdie Chesson</a>.</div></div>">#DepressionIsReal</a></span></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: #FAFBFB; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12.0pt;">No matter if it's physical, emotional
or mental, all I know is that when you're in pain, you want the pain to end.
Some people really feel as if there is no other way out of their pain and out of others' misery but to end it all. It's tragic and there's no way I can fathom
that inner torture. </span><span style="background: #F6F7F8; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12.0pt;">Many want to judge, but realistically, there are countless
people walking around in slow suicide mode all day, everyday, doing drugs and
other hazardous things to themselves, overworking, slowly eating and drinking themselves to
death. I've been guilty of some of those things myself.</span></div>
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<span style="background: #FAFBFB;">But I love my life, everything it brings and what
I bring to others too much not to fight to live. Everyday. Some people don't have that
scope of sight. The pit of despair is too deep.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12.0pt;">I still seek help when I need it from time to time. <span style="background: white;">I go to therapy from time to time, attended
support groups, written about it and sung songs about it. And the number one
thing that I've learned from it all is that it takes one day at a time. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12.0pt;">My heart goes out to anyone that
suffers, just know that you are not alone.<br /><br />If you need to talk to someone: <a href="http://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_suicide_crisis_lines">Please call someone that can help</a>, click this link. </span></div>
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Birdie Chessonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205235656032128407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2153810666125436175.post-69391865786241850952012-12-06T03:32:00.001-08:002012-12-06T03:32:32.085-08:00The Hype...After several conversations with people about dating, I said the same thing. "There are good men out there looking for good women." "Men aren't hard to figure out." "It doesn't matter if you have children, there are good men that will provide that still would want you."<br />
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Did I really believe my own hype?<br />
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In the past 3 years, I've dated the older man <span style="font-size: x-small;">(10 years older)</span> and the younger man <span style="font-size: x-small;">(almost 10 years younger)</span>. The general consensus is that both men wanted a wife, visualized me in that role and we mutually genuinely enjoyed each other's company. Problem was, both men thought they were ready. When I called them on it, they weren't ready for the responsibility of a single mother + one. <br />
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At my age, mid 30's, most men have had relationships with many different types of women and now trying to settle down with the <i>'right one'</i>. Thing is, at their age, many of the women have been married-now-divorced mothers and some are single never-been-married mothers. If they didn't realize their choices of single childless women were 'limited', they realize it then. That's why some men reach back into the pool and date the young girls because it's a notion that they're fighting. "I want to get married to a girl with no kids and start a family." Well, there's a lot of ready-made families aka single mothers in this day and age, so good luck with that.<br />
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To keep up, you have to have a running start. Jump in there, dive in head first and be that lover, support partner and father figure. As much a man thinks he can handle the responsibility, many just can't hang. That's why the turnover rate for men dating some single mothers is so unstable. Single mother don't want to parade different men around their kids so they elect to stay single. The beginning of mommy martyrdom.<br />
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It takes some internal conflicts that come into play with single mothers. <i>Discipline?</i> He didn't sign up to discipline someone else's kid, deal with baby daddy drama. He just wanted a single woman, with minimal baggage that would be his wife. If the relationship progressed, then maybe he'd have kids. There are single women with no kids that have a ridiculous amount of baggage. Mental and emotional issues is one thing. But one of the first things you should know, single mothers don't refer to their kids as baggage. We are a package deal. Take us all or don't even try.<br />
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Single mothers guard their hearts because they have to. They're used to the flaky nature that some men that think they're ready to date a single mother and get in over their heads. They also have to protect their kids' little hearts. When we're in relationships, the kids are also 'all in'.<br />
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I've heard men actually say, "My ex was a single mother, but she didn't have her kids all of the time." Did that mean that my kid was in the way of you loving me? Am I being penalized for having my child all of the time? Should a single mother should ship her kids off every time you wanted to go out? I agree that couples need alone time to get to know each other on other levels but sometimes it's not as often as he would like. So what do you do? ADJUST.<br />
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Maybe it's coffee and lunch dates while the kids are in school. Extra effort and work has to be done to make it work. But it can be done. There are several questions he needs to ask himself when pursuing a single mother...<br />
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Perhaps he can ask her schedule. Upon examination, <i>Where's her downtime? </i>That way, you can realistically gauge how would you fit into her life. <i>How are her views on discipline? What does she want from you? </i>If she says she just wants to have her career and be a wife an mother,<i> what part would you play? </i>If you are self-aware and communicate your true feelings and listen to her needs, it's not even a barrier. It flows naturally.<br />
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Loving a woman isn't hard. Loving a woman with kids isn't hard. It's like a game of jump rope. Actually double dutch. Don't be intimidated. Just wait for the right time to jump in, go with the rhythm of the game and enjoy. I believe that there are good men out there. I believe that men can be ready for the responsibility of stepfather, it's up to us single mothers to let him transition smoothly.<br />
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So, men, don't believe the hype, dating a single mother can be rewarding. And ladies, there are men that will date and treat a single mother with the love and respect she deserves. I strongly believe that.<br />
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<br />Birdie Chessonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205235656032128407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2153810666125436175.post-37218117894247500822011-12-07T09:30:00.000-08:002014-08-21T04:58:44.748-07:00So… Super Bowl Love Blues… (2009-2010 Season)<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">So here I am. In a beautiful penthouse with beautiful people. Grownups. I hand over my bottle of rum, which is my admission fee and I claim my seat. I was early enough to get a chair in front of the TV. The best seat in the house.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">I grab a beer and plant myself. The game began and still no sight of my friend. Wearing my Indianapolis Colts shirt, so everyone knows what team I’m going for. There’s a lot of fence people, people that don’t take a position on a team and talk the most crap if your team loses. So let the shyt talking begin. And I gave it back! </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Towards the end of the party, it was evident that my team lost. My Colts were defeated. And it was ugly. I had talked so much crap through that game and now I realized how alone I was. I didn’t know these people. Then my phone rang. It was my ex. He wanted to know why I didn’t come to the annual party. After all, it was an almost 10-year tradition. And I broke it.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">I made an excuse that I was on my way and fell asleep on the train. Defeated, I was back on my way home. When I hung up the phone after lying to him, it hit me. Hard. I began to cry. Some dumb-ass loser came outside and told people in the party that I was crying because my team lost and I was drunk. WHOA! Wait a minute!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">I was fun, even the life of the party at times, but now I was down. Feeling really low. The buzz was so big about me and my state of mind, the hostess of the party came outside to see how I was.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">By the time she came out, I was now hysterical. I was upset with myself, upset with why I was put into the position of trying to move on and I definitely was tired of people asking me if I was OK.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">I cried because I just realized how hard I was trying to move on. And I couldn’t. At that moment, I wanted my family back and wished I were there with them. But we and I were over. And the reality of the finality of it all, hit me like a ton of bricks.</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2153810666125436175.post-30880373358078311012011-08-30T08:46:00.000-07:002011-12-07T09:10:50.436-08:00The Big House<div style="font-family: inherit;"><style>
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</style> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">Like most women, I want the big house, 5 bedrooms, 4 ½ baths, gorgeous kitchen, dining room, walk-in closet for my hundreds of shoes and the big yard for my son to play in, etc... </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">Hey, it’s my dream.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">As a mother, giving my son <i>“the good life”</i>, with amenities is my job.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">Making the quality of my son’s life better so that he doesn’t have to worry about the small things like not being able to play in our badass neighborhood. Or the big things like bussing him 2 hours away from home so that he’d have great opportunities because he went to a great school.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">On my last vacation, I stayed in that kind of beautiful house with all of those things I always wanted in a house. And... it was too big. I’m a single mother to one son and to be perfectly honest, although it’s something I’ve always wanted, I haven’t truly and realistically envisioned myself having that actual house.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">My sister and I were online looking at houses. Again, I mentioned how big that house was, and subsequent models thereafter, she said, “Why do you plan on being alone?” "HUH?"</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">She said, “Hear me out. You actually would deprive yourself of the dream of having the big house you’ve always wanted because you think you will be alone? Why do you think that you will never find that someone to share your life with, besides your son?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">Wow. I hadn’t thought about it like that before. I was subconsciously denying my future companion. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">My son is always at the top of my list. Making a life for myself, with someone for myself never realistically came to mind. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">I do want someone in my life to love and fill that house with me, having the den we can have football Sunday, karaoke Fridays and host Super Bowl parties in. Him having his “man cave”. Someone that will toss the football in the yard with my son.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">I want that life. I’d better act like it, before I push that blessing away too.</div>Birdie Chessonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205235656032128407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2153810666125436175.post-64350544052703763712010-08-16T16:48:00.000-07:002011-12-07T09:38:23.286-08:00He’s not coming back…<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Trying to stick together for the kids? Not an option</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I wanted more. So I left him... and eventually let him go.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">There was no more asking myself: Will I stay or finally set myself free? Will he let me go? Can I let him go? Realizing that my ex and I can never have what we once had and never again will I even try with him was what I needed to finalized between us.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It took super-human strength for me to leave him in the first place. So him not coming back is the best thing. The kids may miss him, but I’m free. The best thing for the kids to see is our happiness… especially the happiness that includes the fact that we aren’t together and we're both with someone else.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The presence of "<i>Mommy and Daddy being there together</i>" was what kids are used to. The truth was I was miserable because I was settling. We knew weren't meant for each other anymore. He wanted to be somewhere else and now I wanted him to </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">stay</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> somewhere else. So when it was finally over, it was really over. It was a closet that was filled to capacity that was constantly having more things stuffed inside of it. It was ridiculous. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Children need to be shown a good example of what love is. A good and healthy relationship. A man who treats their Mom with love and respect. In the future, there will be a man that makes Mommy smile.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But first Mommy has to learn to be happy alone again. Which won't be hard. When I let him go, I breathed my first sigh of relief. I let go. I went from suffocating in a room with toxic air, to breathing fresh air</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And it feels so good.</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><br />
<div style="font-family: inherit;"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2153810666125436175.post-66845655350219755442008-10-28T16:47:00.000-07:002011-12-07T09:18:16.182-08:00Dating a mogul<div style="font-family: inherit;">I consider myself to be a powerful woman. Even after my ex left, I went to work the next day. Picked up my son from school, cooked dinner, business as usual. I can't afford to stop because he couldn't hang.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Hate to sound cruel but I believe that the cruise must go on no matter who doesn't make the boat. My son depends on me, no matter what. I must make money, no matter what.<br />
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</div><div>I noticed in my new dating escapades, that some men find it intimidating that I am a strong-willed businesswoman. I'm not just a single mother dating(which already makes it hard) but I am also a powerful woman dating. </div><div><br />
</div><div>My brother told me that I appear cold, too reserved. He told me that I probably scare them away with my constraints and hectic schedule. So when I have relationships, it seems that I neglect their needs because it's hard to fit that man into my schedule.</div><div>What do you do when you seem too big for that man? </div><div><br />
</div><div>I don't want a man to feel useless around me. When I'm in a relationship, I try my hardest to address the needs of that relationship. Sometimes men don't want to commit to a woman that seems too busy. I have my own business and I have my own family, I will try my hardest to fit love into the equation.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Even though love is what I want, that part of my life is on hold until I can find a man that will understand all of my needs.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Go to <a href="http://www.missbirdiesbooks.com/">Miss Birdie's Books.com</a></div><div><br />
</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2153810666125436175.post-25780270925122489132008-10-28T12:51:00.000-07:002011-12-07T09:36:15.975-08:00HorizonsI started seeing someone that I had a past with. I've never been for looking in the past. But when I saw my college sweetheart, everything that we had felt for each other in the past, just continued.<br />
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<div>After dating for a few months, I found myself in a situation that I always thought I above. Being an unscrupulous man-stealing whores, I was doing what they do.</div><div>I found myself loving a man that belonged to someone else. That's what it was. Period.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I remember what I felt when my ex did it to me.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I knew that what we had couldn't go further. We pushed it beyond where we ever should have. Now I was feeling trapped. He was pursuing me full-throttle and although I was enjoying being with him, I was so tortured and guilty that it overshadowed my feelings for myself.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I was settling.</div><div>One day he mentioned his partner's name in a casual conversation, the blood rushed to my head and I got angry. I was already feeling guilty about it, now I felt bombarded with reminders of my wrongdoing.</div><div><br />
</div><div>So, I went on a diet.</div><div>I had to cut THAT MAN out of my diet. Changed my number, erased his. He was no good for me and I knew that he would not let me go. I loved him and I did not want to leave but I believe in Karma. And I still want to know what I did to get to the place I was in my life.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Lesson learned: going backwards is not an option, I must broaden my horizons.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Go to <a href="http://www.missbirdiesbooks.com/">Miss Birdie's Books.com</a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2153810666125436175.post-62518888305536793522008-10-28T12:08:00.000-07:002011-12-07T09:35:25.313-08:00Lessons I'm learning...<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>1. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I can't settle anymore. </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">I was in a relationship for eight years that deteriorated so much that I was just holding on to nothing. I was sharing him with the world. Every woman in New York had access to him. I was left at home alone with a baby.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>2.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Broaden my horizons. </div><div>I started seeing someone that I had a past with. First let me say, I am all for rekindling romance when its right. But sometimes when time goes by, you may find that you have nothing in common anymore.</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>3. Don't push it.</div><div>You can't force anything to work. If it doesn't fit, It just won't fit. I should have left my son's father earlier, but I thought (at the time) that it could work. I don't know what I was thinking.</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>4. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Don't be afraid to be alone.</div><div>As a newly single mother, I find myself being lonely. When the house is quiet, I can't help but wonder if this is it. But I refuse to bring myself to where I was with my ex. Crying all of the time, wondering who he is with. Paranoia. All of that stress vs. being alone. I now choose the latter.</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>5.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>DON'T SETTLE. I can't say it enough. Don't do it. I have children now and the choices that I make are not just about me. I gotta be smart about this.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Go to <a href="http://www.missbirdiesbooks.com/">Miss Birdie's Books.com</a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com