I wake up each morning thanking the good Lord above for another beautiful day. It’s a must that I celebrate each day like it’s my last. Tomorrow is not promised to no one, be kind, be gentle and most definitely, be yourself.
I’ve prayed about it and I’ve given my worry’s to God.
Tis the season to be grateful. It not about receiving, it’s all about giving. That don’t always mean physical gifts, a simple act of kindness can be a tremendous blessing to someone. Your mere presence can be a beautiful present to a friend or family member.
Are there any latch key kids out there? The definition for Latchkey Kid: is a child who returns to an empty home after school or a child who is often left at home with no supervision because their parent is away at work. This started with me when I was in the 3rd grade (1980s) because my parents had split up but I had an advantage because my grandparents stayed next door, so if things got a little dicey I would haul tail over there. To look back at it, my mom allowed me to have independence at a very early age, even if it was by default. I learned how to cook simple meals by watching my mom, grandmothers, and Julia Childs on TV. My mom taught me how to clean up after myself, wash dishes, and personal hygiene care. I learned how to be a man via my uncles on both sides of the family and I learned how to love via the constructs of Hollywood and television, which I’m still trying to unlearn today…lol. But all in all being a latchkey kid was a good experience for me, it allowed me to dive deep into myself, it allowed me to start the healing process from the trauma of being born with a birth defect and lastly it allowed me to see my future self, the man I am today, and for that I am forever grateful that I was a latchkey kid, those were simpler and majestic times!❤️