I used to be that mom who would wake up the kids, and I would rush them and yell, “Come on, we going to be late.”
I don’t know what made me self reflect. Like this isn’t working. I didn’t want to be that mom. Also, it’s not good for the kids frame of mind to be in when they went to school.
My kids must have been about 6,4, and 2. Also the age when I changed my parenting habits. But that’s a story for another time. I came up with a plan that might just help everyone keep their sanity.
I decided to try something new. Which took effort on my part because I was a young mom who loved her sleep. Every day at 6 am, I would go into each one of my children’s rooms and turn on the light to say “good morning” and nothing else.
Then I would go start breakfast or perhaps pick out their outfit for the day if they didn’t do so the previous night. I would also take this time to make sure my stuff is ready for the day.
They needed to wake up at 6:30 am, so about 6:20 am. I would go back to their rooms and say 10 min we need to get up. This is usually when they would slowly crawl out of their beds and start getting dressed. They didn’t get grumpy with me, I didn’t have to raise my voice it was the smoothest our mornings have gone in a while I was like this could work.
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This was our routine every school year. Yes, I had to wake up an extra 30 minutes every morning, but the harmony in the mornings were worth it.
Hows It Going
Now fast forward to their teen years. My kids sleep upstairs now. I wasn’t about to yell up the stairs. Besides who likes getting yelled at. Teens can be stubborn about their sleep so this mama got creative. Why should I wear out my delicate voice when I can use doorbells to get the job done.
I bought 3 wireless door bells 🔔 https://amzn.to/48bJeYq (from Amazon of course.)I put the receivers in their rooms and the button-down stairs. This not only helped to give them the extra encouragement to get out of bed. It also doubled as a way to get my child to come down stairs if I needed them.
Although it’s not a perfect system, it does help keep the harmony still happening in the mornings 😀. I hope you enjoyed this post. Until next time, have a blessed day. Don’t forget to hit the like button.
6. “Your $2 coffee = my motivation to keep typing instead of napping. Thank you in advance!”
Hey friends, how was your week? Mine was… let’s just say “adventurous.” I spent two days in bed fighting off some mysterious bug that turned my nose into Rudolph’s understudy. Not exactly my most glamorous look, trust me. But lying there, rocking the sick-day aesthetic (pajamas, tissues everywhere, hair that could scare small children), got me thinking about what actually makes a person feel beautiful.
Because honestly, everyone deserves to feel beautiful — even when they look like they just survived a zombie apocalypse. And with the way models are photoshopped these days, it’s no wonder we sometimes feel like “beautiful” is some secret club we’re not invited to.
I’m going to warn you, ⚠️ this post is a little longer than usual. But I think it is well needed. After all, Beauty takes time. So does talking about it.
I know when I put on a pretty dress, I instantly feel like a Disney princess — until I take it off and remember I still have dishes in the sink. Was it the dress that made me feel magical, or did it just amplify the confidence that was already hiding under the surface? (Either way, 10/10 would wear again.)
And hey, “beautiful” works here, but so does “handsome” — this is a gender-neutral confidence boost. Clothes can absolutely open the door to confidence, but they might not be everyone’s door. For some, it’s music, or makeup, or just a good hair day.
But let’s be real: the right outfit can make you walk differently, stand taller, and suddenly pretend you’re the main character in a movie montage. Before you know it, you’re seeing yourself in a whole new light — and that’s powerful. Dress for success, and you’re basically helping out your future self… who will thank you later for looking so put-together while figuring life out.
This might sound a little confusing, but I’ve noticed something about people who struggle to see their own beauty: we don’t really love being stared at. I know I personally hate it when someone looks at me longer than feels normal — cue the awkward “take a picture, it lasts longer” joke in my head. And then the thoughts start creeping in: Were they staring because something’s wrong with me? Or… did they actually think I’m cute?
Chances are, it’s just those pesky human insecurities doing their thing in the background. We all have them, even when there’s no reason to.
I’m talking about that one person who gives you butterflies just thinking about them. For me, it’s my husband. I feel the most beautiful when he looks at me — and not in a “hey, you look okay” way, but more like a kid staring at a giant slice of chocolate cake. You know the look: pure awe, maybe a little drool (okay, maybe not the drool).
When that one person looks at you like that, you can feel beautiful without them even saying a word. The tricky part? Letting yourself actually believe it. You’ve got to get out of your own head and just… absorb it.
The truth is, everyone is beautiful in their own way — and it doesn’t have to be just about looks. Society might try to convince us otherwise, but real beauty comes from so many places: your heart, your laugh, the way you treat people. You’re beautiful — you just need to find the door that lets you see it for yourself.
I used to put everyone else first — I mean, that’s basically the unofficial job description of a mom, right? But then I had a moment of clarity and said, “You know what? Me time, baby!” Suddenly I’m buying that fancy skincare that promises to make me look like I slept eight hours instead of three. I’m getting my nails done like I just won a small lottery. And yes, I’m not even hesitating to get my hair done — if the budget allows, of course.
And this isn’t just for the ladies reading this. Gentlemen, a fresh haircut or a little grooming upgrade can do wonders for your confidence too. Think of it as armor for life — it may not solve all your problems, but you’ll look fabulous while tackling them.
Maybe it’s as simple as treating yourself to a cup of coffee. I mean, a cup of coffee might not make you instantly feel like a supermodel, but it will make your day go about 1000% better — and let’s be honest, surviving the day without it is basically a crime against humanity.
And here’s the big one: surround yourself with positive people. You know, the ones who actually lift you up instead of dragging you into a gossip black hole or a pity party. As I always tell my kids (because apparently I like giving life lessons like I’m Yoda with a caffeine addiction): positivity breeds positivity. And if all else fails, just hug a dog, scroll some memes, and pretend you’re on a reality show where the prize is self-love.
Why is it 🤔 that when someone else says something negative about themselves, we instantly turn into motivational coaches? “No, girl, you’re amazing! You’re gorgeous! You’re basically a walking trophy!” But when it comes to ourselves? Oh no, we don’t hesitate for a second to roast ourselves like we’re hosting a comedy roast.
And the worst part? If we keep feeding ourselves those little negative comments, eventually we start believing them. Hypocrisy, if you ask me — we’re basically the meanest friend we’ve ever had… to ourselves.
I’m guilty of this myself — putting myself down when I don’t need to. Being beautiful isn’t just about what you see in the mirror; it’s about who you are on the inside and how you treat others. So why is it so easy to cheer someone else up when they’re feeling low, but we can’t seem to do the same for ourselves?
I’m not trying to shame anyone — we all have our moments. The truth is, nobody is perfect. We all have flaws, messy days, and things we wish we could change. Learning to be a little kinder to yourself, even when life gets messy, is what really counts.
Don’t let strangers control how you see yourself — seriously, they have enough going on without running your self-esteem. The only opinion that really matters is yours. You’re beautiful. Yes, you. Be your own friend. Cheer yourself on like you just won a lifetime supply of tacos.
This isn’t something that happens overnight. Learning to hype yourself up takes practice — kind of like figuring out a new hobby, or assembling IKEA furniture without crying. Just like any relationship in life, it takes time, patience, and a little humor to get it right.
Conclusion
I wanted to share a few ways to help you feel beautiful… or handsome. Because let’s be honest, we all need that little confidence boost — even if it’s just convincing yourself you look okay in sweatpants.
If you made it this far through this post, first of all, congratulations — you deserve a medal (or at least a cookie). I really hope something I talked about above helps you find that one thing that makes you feel fabulous — and yes, everything I said wasn’t just for the ladies; gentlemen, I see you too.
So, here’s to feeling good about yourself, laughing at the chaos, and maybe giving yourself a little high-five in the mirror. Until next time, have a blessed day — and remember: confidence looks good on everyone.
“Feeling kind? Hit that $2 coffee button and help me replace stress with caffeine and gratitude.”
Okay, quick heads-up: this post is real, personal, and a little raw—it dives straight into the messy chaos of my teenage years. I’m not sharing this for pity, promise. I’m sharing it because maybe, just maybe, it can remind someone out there that your past doesn’t have to define your future. Let it shape you, teach you, and guide you into becoming the amazing, beautiful person you’re meant to be.
So, picture this: I grew up in a super strict household. Dresses were the daily uniform, haircuts were basically outlawed, and makeup? Forget about it. I was a good kid—I listened to my mom like she was the CEO of my life. Fast forward to when I turned 17… life threw me a curveball, and I ended up in foster care. I was this sheltered little bubble suddenly dropped into a house full of girls who were way too eager to “unshelter” me, each with their own set of wild behaviors. Let’s just say, it was… an adjustment.
My Time in Foster Care
When I first landed in foster care, I was just a sweet, shy, reserved girl—basically your textbook “good kid.” Then came the group home experience… imagine a place that’s kind of like a juvenile prison, but with more awkwardness and less actual crime. Our caregiver would pat us down every time we left the house and every time we came back, like we were sneaky secret agents—or, you know, hardened criminals. And don’t even get me started on the backpack searches. It was like our personal stuff was suddenly top-secret contraband.
If we had to use the bathroom 15 or 30 minutes after eating, I basically had two options: I could either sing my ABCs with the door shut… or let them watch me do my business. Yup, you read that right—the reason? To make sure I wasn’t secretly throwing up my lunch. I couldn’t wait to turn 18 and leave that whole “bathroom surveillance” chapter of my life far, far behind me.
By the time that day finally came, I was a completely different person than the shy, sweet girl who first stepped into the group home. I’d learned to stand up for myself, speak my mind, and, let’s be honest, give the occasional sarcastic eye-roll when needed. Trusting people? Still tricky—something I’m working on even now. That sheltered little girl was long gone, replaced by a teen who was equal parts fiery, determined, and desperate for a little taste of freedom.
Just to be clear—I didn’t do anything wrong to end up in foster care. Didn’t deserve it either. I was just a regular, slightly confused teenage girl trying to survive each day in the group home. And by “survive,” I mean dodge the occasional drama, eye-rolls, and the occasional full-on bullying from the other girls—because, of course, what’s a group home without a little chaos?
I’d never really had to stand up for myself before, so I came up with a “brilliant” survival plan: keep my mouth shut and start counting down the days until I could finally get out of there for good. Honestly, I felt like an inmate—minus the orange jumpsuit, but with all the drama. My mind got a little dark, I was definitely angry and bitter at times, and, above all, I just felt really, really alone.
As I took some time to reflect on everything, I made a choice: I was going to focus on the positives as much as possible. Sure, this experience had left its mark emotionally, but I refused to let it take over my mind or my future. I decided to let this unexpected chapter become a life lesson instead. After all, no lesson is ever wasted—if you know how to look for the ways it can actually help you grow.
I thought turning 18 and reuniting with my family would magically make everything better. Spoiler alert: it didn’t. I was rebellious, angry, and still carrying a lot of bitterness from my time in foster care. On the outside, I looked calm—on the inside, I was basically a volcano ready to erupt. And if I’m being completely honest with myself, a big chunk of that anger was aimed right at my parents. But even through all that chaos, I started learning that acknowledging your feelings is the first step toward actually letting them go.
They expected me to act like I did before I went into the system. Like I should’t allow my time in foster care to change me. They wanted me to be that sweet teenager who listened blindly and never asked questions. That girl was gone. How could I be that sweet girl when in the group home I had to adapt to survive. Being sweet and shy made you look weak. You had to stand your ground, or the girls would take advantage any way they could.
When I was 19 I met a man who I started dating. Little did I know he had a checkered past. About 5 months into our relationship, he got drunk and started boasting about beating his previous girlfriend. As soon as I heard that It woke me up, and I was trying to find a way to get out of the relationship.
He never hit me, but I wasn’t planning on sticking around to give him the chance. After 6 months of dating, I was at work, and I had severe sharp pain on the right side of my body. I thought my appendix was going to burst. So I did what any 20 year old did, I went to the E.R.. after thinking the worst and what seemed like forever.The doctor came in and said “well your appendix is fine.” I spoke up to say, “I don’t feel fine.” He smiled at me and said “well from what we can tell you are about 6 weeks pregnant. ” My heart felt like it had stopped! Pregnant?
I became pregnant with a man who was abusive. As the doctor was talking I got lost in the thought of how to end my relationship to protect my unborn child from possible abuse.
God must have heard my silent prayer because June 2007 is when I found out I was pregnant, and in October, he was arrested and sent to jail. That’s when I saw my chance, and I moved back home to prepare for the biggest journey of my life.
The Struggle
I struggled with the idea of being a mother. I didn’t think I had what I took to be a good mother. Could I protect my unborn child in ways I myself wasn’t protected from? I was a high school drop out, how would I support my baby. Then I came to the conclusion that it would be best for the baby to give my baby up for adoption.
When I was 5 months along, it was time to find out the gender. I remember when it came to having the ultrasound, I didn’t want to look at the monitor. I didn’t want to get attached. After all, I will be giving my baby up in 4 months. The technician asked if I wanted to know what the gender was. With my mother holding my hand, I reluctantly said yes. I was told it is a girl. I couldn’t help myself. I looked at the monitor to see the tiny fetus waving her hand at as if to say hi mom.
At that moment, I had a realization that this little girl never asked for any of this. She never asked to be given up for adoption up, because her mother didn’t have her live in order. That night alone in my room as I rubbed my pregnant belly, I remember praying to God.
” Lord, if I am meant to keep this child and raise her, I will need your help to provide for us. At 21, I gave birth to my beautiful baby girl. I decided to keep my little girl and raise her to be an independent thinker and confident, and most of all, I would teach her all about God. He has provided for not only me and the baby at that time but has continued to provide for us today. Today, I have 3 beautiful children and a husband who shows me he loves me every day.
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What I Learned
For those that have made it this far in the post, thank you. I know this was a long post, but a backstory was needed for you to understand the full picture. I wanted to show how real and raw my past was.
I never wanted to be the girl who used my past as a crutch. Yes, I have gone through some things that I thought were unfair. I wanted to be a survivor. I wanted to see my past as a stepping stool to be mentally stronger, not a shell of a person.
We don’t have to allow our past to be the excuses we lean on to have a poor me attitude. Tomorrow is a new day. It’s never too late to work through our past to help our future
The choices we make are our own to make and we have to live with them. My actions are what led me to fall pregnant.
I would like my story and what happened to me to help someone. We all have a past, don’t like it be your doom let it be your stepping stone to learn from it. I hope you enjoyed this post. Until we meet again, have a blessed day.
So, I’ve been thinking, and I’m going to try a slightly different route than what I originally planned. My first idea was that every time I wrote a new post, I’d also include a new recipe and an Amazon review — ambitious, right? 😅 But after doing a little soul-searching (and realizing I don’t have enough hours in the day to make my kitchen look Pinterest-perfect and write a full review every single week), I think I might switch gears a bit.
Instead of posting a new recipe regularly, I’m leaning toward sharing more encouraging posts. Here’s what I mean: I’ll find positive quotes that hopefully give you a little boost in your day — the kind that makes you go, “Yeah, I can handle this Monday… or Tuesday… or whatever day it is.” 😆 Then I’ll add my own take on the quote, sharing thoughts, stories, or even a funny fail that goes along with it.
Don’t worry — recipes won’t disappear completely. I’ll still share them here and there, but they won’t be on a strict schedule. That’s because Jades Random Thoughts is all about being, well… random. We don’t stick to a topic schedule, and honestly, that’s part of the fun! This feels more realistic and a lot more fun for me, and hopefully more meaningful for you too. After all, we could all use a little more encouragement, a few laughs, and maybe even a cookie recipe every now and then. 🍪
I would love to have you feeling encouraged after visiting my blog. Until we meet again have a blessed day.
I couldn’t find the recipe that I tried with my family, however this recipe is really close. I have mentioned that all the recipes I will be posting, I myself haven’t tried. With that being said I have tried all the ones I have posted so far my family and I have tried them and loved it. I wanna get back to more homemade cooking from scratch. So that’s what made me wanna share this recipe.
If you are someone who are tired of eating processed food that makes your system feel heavy. Try this recipe and let me know if you agree with me. Either way its really yummy! Pinterest is where I get my dinner recipes when I’m stuck in the same 10 dinner recipes and want to try something new. So The recipes you see in my post are from the Pinterest website. I can’t take credit for all these yummy recipes.
I lived in Essex England for a year and half in my teen years. I can still remember the name of the street we lived on. which was School Street. The houses over there don’t have numbers on them. Each house has a name. The house I lived in was called Wilmington. Me and my two sisters had newspaper routes. The Daily Sun and The Mirror were the two newspapers that we delivered. We were paid 2 pounds each route which breaks down to $2.70 each day.
Now I know $2.70 isn’t much, but to a 14 year old girl this was freedom in a sense. Freedom to buy what ever we wanted at the shop after our deliveries were finished. My sisters and I would walk the 1/2 mile to the little shop at the end of School Street. The name of the shop sadly escapes me. It has been 25 years since I lived in England. So the details may be a little fuzzy. Now back to the newspaper route. It took my sisters and I, about 3 hrs the first time we did our paper route. We delivered them like we saw in the movies. We knew nothing of how to deliver newspapers. We were about half way done with our route ( or so we thought) the papers were folded and put in the bag we had to carry . We didn’t know but there were names of each house on the papers. So we had to go and collect them all back and re-issue them. It was cold and wet but we finished it. Within one week, we got better and got it done in 20 minutes. We were known as the American girls. Because The shop owner couldn’t remember our names.
With the money we got we spent it on things from the shop that reminded us of America. I drank so much coke that I can’t drink coke today. There is a meal that not many people are familiar with. It was called macaroni and tomato juice. It is a version from an old recipe my mom grew up called macaroni and tomatoes with salt. We spent our $2.70 on pasta which costs 69 pence and tomato juice which was like 85 pence. So for under 2 pounds we purchased ingredients so we could have food that we used to eat in the States. Something so simple like a meal brought such happiness to our lives.
In the morning my sisters and I would deliver papers and in the afternoon we would walk the 2 miles to a local horse farm to help a lady and her daughter tend to the horses and in return they would let us ride them. We would muck out the stables and feed the horses. We would groom them and take them to different fields to let them run and get exercise. I remember making a deal with our mother that we could go work on the farm as long as we were home before my father got home around 4:00 pm. So we would walk there and spend most of the day there then loose track of time and have to run the 2 miles home. There were many days I thought I was going to die from the painful stitches we would get in our side from running so hard. We loved working on the farm though. There are other stories I could share, but I don’t want to go over board in this post. So if you enjoyed this post comment “England” down below in the comments. Until next time have a blessed day. The pictures are not pictures that I took, I found these online that was similar to what I saw when I was over there.
I will admit I have not tried all the recipes that are in “Welcome to the Kitchen.” However that being said I indeed tried this recipe with a little tweaking of course. I myself don’t like that zing flavor in peanut butter pie has do to the cream cheese. So I only put in half of whatever the recipe calls for so it does not taste rich. So it’s listed below for your delight. I found it to be so good I found it difficult to stop after one slice.
If you like this recipe please leave a comment. Until we meet again have a blessed day.
Hey there, I want to talk about natural products today, Natural products work better with your body. I want to mainly talk about natural skin products. I am not talking about make-up because I don’t wear makeup; I’m plain Jade (see what I did there, because I go by Jade). I don’t know about you, but my skin is really sensitive, and I have to be careful about what products I use. When I go shopping for products for my hair, skin, aliments. Whatever the case may be I try to buy products with natural ingredients as much as possible. Because natural is always better for your body.
Milk + Manuka When I found this product, I was looking for something to re-fresh my face you know what I mean? Manuka helped me look good for my age. Before I get to the benefits of Milk + Manuka I want to say this. I am a HUGE Amazon shopper and I get like 99% of my stuff from Amazon ( My husband loves when we get deliveries). All of the products we are going to talk about in different posts came from Amazon. I am a big researcher I will research things for days before I purchase an item. Manuka is a type of honey produced in New Zealand and Australia from the nectar of a Manuka tree.
Acne Treatment
Manuka honey has antibacterial and anti-inflammatory properties that can help reduce acne breakout by fighting the bacteria that would cause pimples and the redness that comes along with acne breakouts.
Moisture Retention
Manuka honey any moisture in the skin it draws it to the surface which helps your skin look hydrated, supple and most of all smooth by repairing the natural moisture barrier. Manuka honey is good for skin conditions like eczema and psoriasis. I recently helped a friend of mine Danae get a bit of relief with her skin irritation. I bought it to look more youthful. I did know that Manuka honey would help with moisture, But even I was surprised when she was like it don’t itch I was so happy that I helped find something that could help while being gentle on her skin.
When I purchased this on Amazon I was skeptical to say the least, but once I tried it made my skin feel tighter and smoother. When I tell people my oldest child is 17 they always seemed shocked and say ” you look to young to have a 17 year old”. I’m not saying it’s all honey related, because I am blessed to have good genes when it comes to looking at our age. However it doesn’t hurt to have extra protection, am I right?
Manuka honey worked for me you can find it on Amazon this is the link,https://a.co/d/1CprbOa. Thank you for reading my post Manuka honey. I wanted to talk about other skin products that I found , but I did’t want to overwhelm you. So that will have to wait for another time. If you like this post feel free to hit the like button or comment Manka. I try and post two times a week. Thanks again and have a Blessed Day. Before I go I just wanted to say feel free to leave a comment I look at them personally. If you’re too shy to do that then go ahead and hit that like button. So that I know you’re enjoying what you are reading.
Let me first tell you how I came across this recipe. My oldest took a class in high school called ” Into to foreign cultures”, and in this class you learned about 6 different cultures. After each section the kids had to make or bring something that represented the culture they just learned about.
So my daughter was like mom, I chose Amish because it’s also part of our culture. So I went to https://www.pinterest.com/pin/414049759512798445/ ( after hrs of looking for something I easily cook bake). These cookies let me tell you it was so good. They were light and fluffy and not overly sweet. I will put the a link where you can find the recipe here https://thegoldlininggirl.com/2019/06/chocolate-chip-amish-sugar-cookies/#wprm-recipe-container-23050. So my daughter and I attempted to bake these cookies hoping they would be good. I never heard of Amish Chocolate cookies before. Would they taste as the chocolate chip cookies I was used to eating? So we made enough for the small class she had and we had a few left over. We had to give them a taste to see if we could predict if she would get a good grade for this section. When we tasted them all I can say is YUM! Needless to say she got A on this section. The teacher even asked for the recipe. These cookies have become our number one cookie to make, when the holidays come around. Or if we are in the mood for something sweet. Try them they are so good. I would love to hear if you tried this recipe and what you thought about it. Until then have a Blessed Day.
Amish Cookie Recipe: I got this recipe off of Pinterest
Prep Time:20 mins
Cook Time: 1 hr
Total Time1 hr 20 mins
CourseCookies
Servings48
Ingredients
1 cup butter softened
1 cup vegetable or canola oil
1 cup granulated sugar
1 cup powdered sugar
2 large eggs
2 tsp. vanilla extract
4 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. cream of tartar
2 cups mini semi-sweet chocolate chips
2 cups regular semi-sweet chocolate chips
Instructions
In a large mixing bowl, beat the butter, oil, and sugars until combined.
Beat in eggs and vanilla.
In a large bowl, whisk together flour, baking soda, and cream of tartar.
In two additions, add flour mixture to the butter mixture, beating until just combined. Do not overmix. Dough will be kinda fluffy and light!
Fold in all chocolate chips.
Line baking sheets with parchment paper or silicone baking mats.
Drop dough by rounded teaspoonfuls onto baking sheets.
Bake at 375 for 8-11 minutes, or until edges and bottoms are lightly browned.
Remove to wire racks to cool.
Store cookies in airtight containers in a cool, dry place. Stack cookies with parchment paper or foil in-between layers. Cookies will keep for about a week.
Notes
These are good for at least a week, but best within the first 3 days. After 3 days, they get crumbly and a bit on the drier side – still a delicious cookie though.
These freeze really well! Iced or plain, they freeze beautifully.
So lets go back to the year 2012, I know that’s a long way to go back. In 2012 I was 26 years old and just welcomed my third and last child into the world. I was a high school drop out and I had a 4 year old little girl and a 2 year old boy and newborn daughter.
I was living in the projects as many young unwed mothers did at that time. Things were looking dark I was struggling In the worst way mentally. I was living off my kids child support of $400 a month. Not much when you have 3 kids under 5. Being a mom is the best thing that happened to me. When you are a parent you always should want to be the role model your kids can look up too. To be proud of you when they look back on their childhood. Knowing you did all you could to influence them to be a better version of themselves when they are all grown up.
I knew something had to change I had to make a better life for my kids, to be the role model they can be proud of. I wanted to do what was best for them. for that to happen I had to make big decisions.Let’s fast-forward into 2013. I started attending GED classes for young mothers, I was able to bring my kids with me while I attended classes which helped a lot. I am an over protective mother and being able to bring the kids was a life changing opportunity. It gave me the boost and the keys in a sense to open doors to many opportunities.( sorry if this post is long. I will try to give the short version) Long story short in 2014 I received my GED, my children were 6,4,and 2 at this time and in the fall of 2014 I started College courses .
College is where everything changed, my mindset changed and my goals for our life changed. I found my self walking more confidently, and in May of 2017 I graduated with an Associates in “Office Technology” and a Certificate in Medical Technology. I went from living in the projects to living in a small apartment in 2019. Then with saving money and planning. I was able to buy my house I’m living in 2021 all on my own. I promised my kids I would try to get them a house after living in apartments . The feeling of being able to keep that promise but to also be blessed to have a house was something I couldn’t describe. I felt like I made it in life, I’m not just a single mother of three, I was thriving!
In 2021 I met the man that is now my husband and we were married in 2024 ,and although rough days still visit me I just think about how far I have come in life and it just brings a smile to my face. Life will always have obstacles that seem so big that we start thinking second guessing our goals or life decisions. I always tell myself positive breeds positive and the same goes with negative breeds negativity. Life is going to have its ups and downs. Its alright to have a pity party for a few days, you just can’t unpack and stay in that mind set. There are a few questions to help you overcome set backs.Thee questions are: how are you going to handle it? Will you let it break you? Or make you stronger? I know that I am a stronger person mentally because of my past. Trust me it wasn’t easy but so worth it in the end when you come out on top of what you were going through. The key to making it to the top is never stop fighting. I hope when you read my blog it will bring warmth to your heart and a smile to your face. Until next time have a Blessed Day! If you enjoyed what you read, comment ” Fight” down below.
