If you are a religious person, you know that the cornerstone of faith is the complete and unwavering dependence upon divinity for all of your needs. Whatever problems that you face, financial, mental, physical or otherwise, your charge as a believer is to do just that – believe that your help comes from a higher [...]
My son jolted out of his sleep, eyes bulging, gasping for air but finding no room to exhale. His legs and arms were writhing, and his body began to stiffen. Right away, I realized that he was choking. How exactly, I was not sure; but in the seconds that surprise settled into panic between me [...]
Our son is just approaching six weeks old, and sometimes I look at my expanding belly and tired eyes and wonder how did I go this long without working out. Not even once.
Can’t say that I’m in my early 20′s anymore, but as a new father, I can appreciate so much of what is offered on the YoungMommyLife.com blog. Definitely worth a read.
You have to remember that childbirth, while glorious and miraculous to the world, is traumatic to the physical make up of the mother. Or maybe I have to remember that, because the basest, most animalistic regions of my mind go to the next time we can have sex. My wife tells me its not a [...]
I sincerely hope that the following statement isn’t offensive to single parents, but my hand to the Lord, I honestly don’t see how it can be done. Obviously, it happens everyday. Single parents everywhere raise beautiful children without a lot of the drama commonly associated with this family dynamic. But between the sleepless nights, evolving [...]
In the three weeks since the birth of our son, my wife and I have snapped at each other no fewer than seven times. We’ve snapped about pampers, we’ve snapped about feeding, we’ve snapped about what makes him so fussy. The good news is that we recognize the culprit behind the broken communication – mostly, [...]
One of the lessons that took me the longest to learn in my life is how to live an imagination-driven life. For the first 23 years of my life, I mostly fell victim to the fears instilled by a black middle-class upbringing; get an education, pick a stable major and find a job with benefits. [...]
The days of joy have quickly turned into nights of endless tears, piercing screams and reintroductions to sitcoms of years past. Yep. My son is a night owl.
Wow. Maybe I should update this joint a little more often? Maybe after I catch some sleep for more than two hours at a time.
