Fathers Need Their Little Girls

You read about how little girls are affected by not having their fathers in their lives.  Well, I decided to turn the table and tell my "second hand" experience of why I think fathers need their little girls in their lives.

Growing up, my dad was in and out of my life.  No matter what the reason may have been, I know (I know) he carried me in his heart and mind daily.  There is no way he could/would have made it as long as he did if I wasn't some where snuggled deeply next to the ticker that kept his heart beating.

When my dad did see me, his eyes lit up like ten thousand stars.  When he did call, I could practically see his kool-aide smile on the other end of the line.  When we parted ways, I know he stood a little taller, his stride was a little longer, and his chest stood out a whole lot prouder all because of me!

So, now that I have a mini-me, I enjoy watching my husband's reaction when our princess screams like a mad woman every time he walks in the door.  He could have just walked out five minutes before.  Her reaction remains the same.  MAD WOMAN!

There are times he may decide it's just the two of them going out for the day.  I welcome those times too because she does for him what I did for my dad.  She gives him the inspiration to be greater, stronger, and better in a world that often says it's not possible.

He needs her!  She needs him!  They need each other.

Fathers need their little girls.

I Looked at it Differently

I looked at it differently and saw beauty.

Today while preparing to clock out on my lunch break, I stopped at the restroom.  As I was washing my hands, I glanced in the mirror at my unmade face (only eyebrows done) and saw much more than an unmade face.  I saw sparkly gray strands neatly curled on each side of my temples.

Don't get me wrong, I've seen gray there before, even when there wasn't any grey there to physically see.  I knew eventually it would come.  Not much though.  My mother, her mother, and her mother all grey'd at the temples.  So, I kind've knew I'd be grey there too.  At least that is one thing I'm open to inheriting.

Anyway, there it was...the grey.

For the first time since I embarked on my 40's, my eyes lit up in awe!  My eyes lit up in wonder at such wonderfulness!

Without a second thought, I immediately saw beauty.  Of course something in me wanted to rethink what I just thought cause no one I know, especially at my age, has said their natural grey is beautiful. But, I immediately dismissed the second thought and breathed in a deep breath of thankfulness.  It's truly a blessing.  Yet, I have to wonder, am I finally accepting that I too am aging?  Or am I accepting my beauty at this age?

Either way, it's cool.  In fact, it's beautiful.  I looked at it differently and saw beauty.

Hard For Me

Pieces of her Lyrics:

The More I give you, the more you want in return.  I try to show you love but you don't want to learn.  What's the point of this if we can't get it right?  Can't you see I need you in my life?  Don't make it hard for me baby.  I just want to love you.  Let me love you.  

Why you make it so hard for me and why you push me so far away. Can't you see that I'm always down for you? I rid or die for you.  Give my life for you.  Can't you do that for me too?"  

Don't make it hard for me...

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Ooh the lyrics are real OR have been real for me once upon a time.

Many of us have found ourselves in situations and relationships where it's so hard to keep trying...too hard.  I'm no doctor or relationship guru, yet, I do know we must decide for ourselves what's too hard and when to say enough is enough.

We also must admit to ourselves that we like the pain and the drama if that be the case.  Don't look at me like that.  You know, there are those who like it.  Some of us relive the moments of the door of our hearts slamming shut over and over and over and over, after giving ALL of you...ALL of you. Some of us relive those moments like it's a drug.  But pain keeps asking WHY? Pain asks for relief.  You know I'm right.


Check out****
Leela James - Hard For Me

I Did It For Love

Last Night I bought two CDs (something I haven't done in quite a while).  One CD was Leela James' "Did it For Love".  I will not mention the other, only because I haven't listened yet.  If it is good, you'll read all about it for sure.

As for, "I Did it For Love", I got what I spent on it and then some.  I can't turn it off.  Have you ever heard something...not only heard it, but felt it?   This is exactly my experience.  Have you ever bought an album or CD, only to find yourself in tune with one or maybe two of the songs?  In fact, you could really do without the CD all together.  You wished you'd bought a "single song" instead right?  Perhaps just listening to the song on the radio would've been the better choice after being duped out of $12.  Not here ladies and gentlemen.

You probably think Ms. James is paying me to say all of this (lol).  Honey, she's not.  I'm paying respect because it is well deserved.  Here's the title list:

Hard For Me
Don't Mean A Thang
Don't Want You Back
Real Talk - Relationships
I Remember
To Love You (Featuring Dave Hollister)
There 4 U
This Day is For You
Take Me
All Over Again
Our Love
Did it For Love

Each song takes me on a trip around the world and back again.  So, I'm choosing to write about my mental, emotional, and spiritual experience each day, after listening to each song for the "umpteeth" time.  Can't help it ya'll.  Just can't help myself.  It's been a long time since I felt this good listening to music in this day and time.  Music for me these days don't move me like my "momma's music" did.  You know what I mean?

So, my dear readers, I ask that you follow me on this journey.  You don't need no money, just your time and your heart for I'll be back with "Hard For Me".

Thank you Leela James.