
I become my mother each and every day that I grow older. I remember once, she told me that she didn’t care too much for people. I thought that was crazy. She said, “you’re the same way Toy”. I thought she was dead wrong. “No, mom”, I’d say. I always had lots of friends and loved to be around people. Socializing was my thing. She would laugh and say, “We’re more alike than you think”.
At age 37 I finally get it Mom. People constantly disappoint you. My husband would say I need to stop holding expectations for people because he never does. That didn’t make sense to me either. I only expect what I give. But I guess that is still too much. He would counter that not everyone is like me or as giving.
I finally get it and I am starting to realize I am like my mother. Happy Mother’s Day Mommy. I sure miss you and our chats.
Locs Take Two
I was so very excited that April 25 had come along. It was time to get my platted hair maintenance completed. I went to Dreadz and Headz where I had my first big chop done 3 years ago. I walked in and the stylist looked at my hair and gasped. She then began to tell me that they don’t recommend locking from braids. She said that using the interlocking method on braids weakens the hair and causes other damage. Then she began to ask why my stylist had chosen to start my locs this way. She had question after question which showed me just how little I know about this new lifestyle I’m entering. I was speechless and upset.
I explained that my line sister, who is a great natural stylist in her own right, began locking her five children, as well as herself and these locs began from plats. They tried to convince me that it isn’t a good decision but said they would do my maintenance if I wanted them to. In her words, “I can’t tell you what to do but I wouldn’t do it”. I had about 150 micro braids on my head….the thought of having to take them down and restart made tears well up in my eyes. On one hand I knew they were wrong about locs being started from plats because several people have made that choice and their hair is strong and beautiful. On the other hand, I don’t live in the Midwest, so I have to get my hair maintenance done locally. I asked how much it would cost me to get my braids taken down and restarted. I was told it is usually $25 per hour for take down service and she didn’t do it. My brain started to swell, or so I felt!!!
I sighed loudly then told them I would be back the next day. Then as I left the shop tears just streamed down my face. I thought about the wasted time and money and the slow let down of thinking I had actually gotten somewhere in my loc process. I was frustrated as hell!!!! But slowly and surely I began my take down process. It took me forever. I began Thursday night at 6 p.m. and stayed at it until 12:30 a.m. Then throughout the rest of the day (at work) I kept unbraiding. Not only did the braids have to come out but the knots from the started interlock had to be undone. By 6:30 p.m. on Friday, I still had about 20 braids to take down.
I finished about an hour later and sat 90 more minutes before a stylist even touched my hair. I was washed and then given a head full of medium sized two strand twists. Their philosophy is that the twist has a natural transition into the curl that a loc needs to form. I was then told that they recommend I not wash my own hair. Instead I need to return in 2-3 weeks for washing and maintenance. This will cost me $60 every 2-3 weeks. They let me know that forming locs is a pampered process. I shared this story with friends that started and maintain their own locs and they laughed. They probably know that I am getting bamboozled.
So consider this my restart! I will be back in 3 weeks with another update. Right now I think I will continue to get my maintenance until my hair locs completely. Then at that point, I hope I have read enough and watched enough youtube videos to take over this maintenance task. I can’t fathom having to wait in the beauty shop and pay $60 every 2-3 weeks again. I thought I left that behind with my chemical relaxer!!!!
Middle Ground
Where is the middle ground?
Is it something I must request?
Or is it just a given that one be presented in each and every relationship?
Why is everything I say or do so black and white to you?
Where are my Shades of Gray?
If I say I want to be friends, that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you, your day, your struggle.
Doesn’t mean I don’t want your attention and your sweet, soft, snuggle.
I am a complex woman. Just about as complex as they come.
Give me your time…your patience, your understanding…don’t be so….DEMANDING.
Understand that I am here for you. My lack of full throttle no holds barred written in ink commitment to….THIS, doesn’t make me the enemy.
I want you here. I need you here. Just be here….for me.
New Hair Journey
In January 2010 I made the decision to discontinue the use of chemical products in my hair. I began transitioning to a happier (some may say nappier) state of being. I never looked back. My Big Chop didn’t happen until May of 2010. It was a very freeing experience. All of my hair on my head was healthy and natural like God intended it to be. My scalp felt less itchy/dry and my roots were naturally wavy and soft. I didn’t mind my hair being pulled and had fun trying out new, safer hair products.
Since May of 2010, my hair has grown and I’ve enjoyed two strand twist styles, braided updo’s, curly fro, fully picked out fro, the pony puff, traditional pony tail, and even had the opportunity to dawn the faux hawk. I’ve highlighted once and cut my hair twice since then.
Recently I decided I wanted to try something completely new to me….something I thought I’d never try or had previously even been interested in….LOCS.
A very close sister/friend of mine has beautiful locs, as does her husband and five children. She keeps their hair TOGETHER…you hear me?!? One day while trolling around on Face book I was able to discover recent pictures she added of her beautiful family and their wonderful, healthy, long, natural hair. I was in AWE!!!! The urge to try this came over me. A few days later I freaked out and allowed lots of doubt to creep in. I had to think things over first but had an initial conversation with my sister/friend to let her know I was considering the change. She was very encouraging. However my other chats with people in my circle returned mixed reviews.
The pros: flexibility in styling options, ease of winter styling, wash and go appeal
The cons: permanence of the LOC, no more curly fro
As you can see the pros out weighed the cons! I made my appointment with my sister/friend to begin my journey on March 23, 2013. She decided the best option for me was to start my locs with braids. Now I have several micro braids of my own natural hair adorning my head. She began an interlock that must be redone in approximately 6 weeks.
So far I’ve worn my hair in front flat twists with the back hanging, all free with a head band, and most recently I rolled my hair and wore my braids curly. I’ve received several compliments and have been pleased myself.
My first wash was so easy. I squeezed the excess water out, put my braids in a pony tail and wore a crochet cap while they dried. I’m loving it!!!
Thanks to my mom, once again, I have a new musical obsession. I discovered I liked a couple of more popular KEM tracks and it lead me to search this brotha’s music out. Of course my trusted site for any and all things is amazon, so thus I went searching. Both songs were on the Kemistry album so immediately I purchased it. Boy oh boy were my ear buds and drums tantalized at first listen. I can’t get his tunes outta my head if I wanted to.
Thanks Mommy!!!!
The things I like about you…
The first smile I put on your face
Knowing that you are thinking of me
Your excitement when you realize I’m thinking of you
The easy going, cool as hell, vibe we get just being together
Your voice…it soothes and excites
Your interest and curiosity
The newness of it all
That first unbelievably incredible kiss
Every delectable follow-up kiss
The shock factor that you bring to every encounter
You enjoying my tastes
Me enjoying you enjoying me
…random things I hope to always treasure

I don’t think I’m cut out for basketball mom.
Not sure I really have what it takes.
I don’t deserve the bedazzled jacket.
I never scream, “hands up” from the stands,
I don’t threaten to give you “push-ups” when the ball is snatched from your hands.
I don’t ignore my other child’s wails because you’re headed to the line,
What the heck is wrong with me, do I have no spine?
Of course you shouldn’t play for just the fun of it,
Why, what lesson could you learn?
It must be my priority to demand persistence, endless drills, and only celebrate if you win, and yell “what the *bleep* is wrong with you” if you lose.
I guess I need to rethink why the heck I even let you sign-up for basketball,
If it wasn’t to build you into the next D. Wade, Kobie, or yuck-yuck-yuck Lebron.
Oh yeah, that’s right, it was supposed to be for FUN!!!!!
Sharing music with my mom
I still talk to my mom through music. She was an avid music lover, as am I. She would play the original vinyl records and we would just dance, sing, and laugh at each other. It was therapeutic. I still share in that same joy with my own children. Of course it’s through cd’s, and usually kidz bop, but we still dance, sing, and laugh.
After her death, I came into possession of her mixed cd collection. Paula’s handpicked songs. I will pop one in, and whether or not I know the tune, instantly it becomes my new jam. I think about listening with her, dancing with her, laughing with her.
On one of the cd’s has the song Lost And Found (Find Me) by Ledsi. I still haven’t purchased one of her cd’s even though a good friend told me I should a long, long time ago. So I really didn’t know who made the song. I just instantly fell in love with it’s rawness and purity. Her lyrics spoke to me on a deeper level. I could identify with the barest need to be found.
I finally decided to type a portion of the lyrics I could remember into Google, and wahlaaaaa….
If you haven’t heard it before, check it out!
“Lost And Found (Find Me)”-Ledsi
Someone come for me
Here on my own
Feels like the pain lasts an eternity
Tears come no more I wanna smile again
Love again
Please someone find me
Souls pass me by
Why can’t they see me here
Touch me one time
Just like magic
I will reappear
Sadness like the rain it showers over me
I wanna feel again
Please someone find me
Lost not yet found
Breathing in misery
Hope lurks around
When will the Sun ever shine on me
I need love to come carry me
Take me away
Please someone find me
I’ll sing my song
Maybe I’ll scream and shout
Please someone come
I don’t wanna live without love
Hear my plea
I have love to give
I wanna live
Please someone find me
Time to go on strike…..
Enough with those out to use and abuse me
Enough with those that can’t appreciate all that I have to offer
Enough with those that come up with excuse, after excuse
Enough with those that don’t prioritize for me
Enough with those that don’t listen, I mean really listen to what I have to say
Enough with those that continue to neglect, and somewhat disrespect my being
Enough with those that say but don’t SHOW me love
Enough….Enough…ENOUGH!!!!

