She’s 11 years old!

Hello my rebels and not so rebels!

I hope you’re all having an amazing 2019 so far although I know it hasn’t been very easy for some with losses of family members and loved ones.

My condolences to anyone who has lost someone.

However that is not the direction I want to go with this post.

One of my favorite little person’s birthday is here and I have to celebrate her.

Today, January 9, 2019, my first baby turns 11 years old. This is her 2nd year in double digits, last year in Elementary school and I can’t believe how fast the time is flying.

My daughter has been by my side as my strength for so long that I don’t even think she realizes how many times she saved my life.

Saved me from me, saved me from the outside world, saved me from deviating away from God’s word.

It’s crazy I remember the day she was born like yesterday. I had braxton hicks like crazy leading up to her birth and in no way did I want to be pregnant anymore lol so I walked.

Walked the park, walked the neighborhood, walked the mall, did squats… I wanted her out! lol

The night before I remember walking the neighborhood with my brother and his best friend and just praying that she would come the next day as it was her January 9th was her due date. I went to bed as normal still with contractions but nothing I hadn’t felt before. Woke up at 6:30am with me punching with wall with how much pain I was in. I immediately ran to my mom’s room (I was living with her at the time) woke her up and told her my contractions were getting closer. I waited as long as I could as I had an appointment to be seen that day anyway.

Called the doctors office right when they opened and they had me come in right away. The doctors checked me and immediately sent me to the hospital to have this baby!

I was too excited! I finally get to meet my baby girl!

As we’re waiting for Labor and Delivery to take me back I’m pacing the hospital, sitting down every once in a while, trying to deal as much as I could. I end up going to the restroom and there it was that nasty plug.


Now I’m 22 at the time with NO earthly idea of what childbirth entailed, what was coming… I refused to watch those movies, I just knew I was going in and pushing out a baby. I was put back in the room and I swear it felt like I was there all day until I realized I had been in the room waiting for my labor to progress all day.

Once 10 cm hit, I was ready, she was ready…. time to push. 30 mins later, she was here.

My princess, my angel, SHE’S HERE. She was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen and the first time I felt a love so strong and immediate I wanted to keep her a baby forever.

Watching her grow into the beautiful young lady that she is has been such an honor. Going from ballet to tap to hip hop dance, gymnastics to tumbling, wanting to play basketball to flag football and ultimately watching her do one of her biggest loves cheer.

I love the relationship we have of being able to talk about anything and everything. Our mother daughter days/dates are always so fulfilling. The heart that she has and her never give up attitude makes me so proud because I know that she tries her best no matter what. I’m so excited for her to grow to be the amazing, successful adult that I know she will be and our relationship will grow from mother and daughter to best friends.

For now I will enjoy these pre-teen stages because Lord knows I am NOT ready for the full on teenage years yet lol.

Happy 11th birthday baby girl. Mommy loves you so much and am so proud of the little lady that you are constantly growing and evolving to be.

Next post: I’m thinking of touching on this Surviving R. Kelly doc and how I’m so confused that everyone is just NOW starting to realize the perv he is. I’m also going to touch a little into how #MeToo movement affected these R. Kelly survivors stories coming out.


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