Growing up to Jamaican immigrant parents, we didn’t grow up with standard North American Christmas traditions. We didn’t believe in Santa Claus, there were no stockings at the fireplace, and we didn’t have a Christmas tree until I was 10 years old.
A Force to be Reckoned
When I learned I was pregnant, I did not feel blessed right away. But I knew, that regardless of how I felt about my pregnancy (which was unexpected) or the gender of my child (I wanted a boy), I was privileged. Not only to be with child, but with the honor of birthing and raising a black child. With the current ways of the world, being black can be challenging. But with the way my ancestry is set up, being black is a blessing.
Habits Maketh the Woman
Plastic surgeon of the 50’s Maxwell Maltz found that it takes a minimum of 21 days to form a habit and and the idea expanded to say 90 days to form a lifestyle. Well as new parents, my husband and I have reached the 90 day mark this week. We are no longer newbies per say as we have reached beyond the probation period. Baby girl is officially
We have made it to the three month mark at the beginning of April and in the midst of sleepless nights, we have done so much with our little. From photoshoots for doll companies, to Queen’s Park and taking to stages and art galleries we have done a lot. And in all of this doing, I can confidently say I have learned even more; about myself and my relationship with God. However, that will be shared in another post later this month.