Reminisce On the Days We Had

My younger sons birthday is coming in about two weeks. Just 3 days after mine. He’ll be 5 years old. Today I went out to pick out a book to send him for his birthday. I picked up one for his brother too. I never send just ONE gift because I don’t want either of my sons to feel left out.

I couldn’t help but think about the last time I saw my boys. They are so thick and juicy. They are turning into wonderful little boys. It’s their CHARACTER. They truly care about each other and me. They are so patient and smart too.

The last time I went to Miami, I had spent so much time fantasizing about what I would do when I saw them that I created this vision for our time together and I was dead set on making every last detail happen.

I flew into Miami on Thursday evening, picked up my rental car and drove up to my Mama’s house. My Mama is not the type to give you a hug, but I could tell she was happy to see me. We had a drink and smoked a Black together before I went to bed.

I woke up early the next morning and got dressed in some shorts and t-shirt, ready to give love and receive love from my boys.

I drove down to their Daddy’s house and I pulled up at 7:31am. I called their Daddy from the car and told him to bring the boys out, and when he opened the door all I heard was, “MAMA!!!”

My Boo Boo’s ran out to give me a hug and I cried.

We hopped into my car and they asked, “Where are we going?”

“We’re going to have fun all day,” I replied.

“No school?” my older son asked.

“No school.”

“That’s AWESOME! No spelling test!”

I laughed at him.

We went to a nearby Burger King to have breakfast and I couldn’t believe my good fortune as I sat and chatted with my boys.

After our bellies were full, I texted Dianna to ask if I could stop by to see her and her new baby. She hit me back, “Come on over!”

So my boys and I went to North Miami to see Dianna and her newborn daughter, Zaria. We had a great time hanging with Dianna. I can’t believe that trick is a Mama now. She’s loving every minute of it.

Soon it was time to head to Carol City. “Mama needs a haircut,” I told my boys and they laughed. I always take them with me to see Jonathon, my barber at the Carol City Flea Market.


While we were there I called my little sister and she met us at the Flea Market. I invited her to hang out with us because part of my vision was to go to South Beach and eat pizza with my Boo Boo’s. But first we had another stop to make. Mama needed a pedicure.


My boys took turns sitting in my lap while we were at MP Nails on 125th and Biscayne. The nail technician was annoyed by their intense questioning but I wasn’t. If they are inquisitive enough to ask, I’m gonna give them an honest answer. I don’t lie to my children about anything, not even Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. In the pic above, my Boo Boo is doing his sad face because his brother was taking a turn in my lap. He is such an actor! He knows I can’t resist his sad face too…ugh…He wins everytime.


Then we made the 15 minute drive down to South Beach. I try to take my boys there every chance I get because even though I was born and raised in the county of Dade, I had never been to South Beach until I was in college. It just wasn’t on my parent’s agenda. I could understand, mostly tourists hang out there. It’s not the REAL Miami. My boys were hot so my sister encouraged them to empty their water bottles on top of each other’s heads. They enjoyed getting all wet and sticky.
I took them to the pizza place and we ate pizza, then we walked along the streets, peeking out heads into every store to cool down. I bought them little souvenir necklaces to wear. I hope they still have them.


I was worn out by the end of out day on the Beach but my boys weren’t. My sister invited us to go up to Miramar to her place and we took the drive up and went swimming in her pool.


Afterwards, we took a shower and sat down to a great dinner. Then my boys and I cuddled up in my sister’s bed and watche a little TV before heading back out into the streets. My sister joined us as we went to Miami Beach to sit in the sand under the stars. We had a long talk as I explained to them that I was working hard in Texas and I wanted them to know that I’m doing it for them. They didn’t really want to talk about that so I led them in foot races along the shore.
They are so special! When my younger Boo Boo got upset because he kept losing the races, my Sugarbear let him win a few times so he would feel better. We finally made it back to my Mama’s house and I let the boys play a little while before climbing into bed with them. They were knocked out within minutes and I got out of bed to join my Mama and my sister in the den to listen to music.
“Go get us something to drink,” my Mama told me and my sister and I walked to the liquour store. I picked up a bottle of Hennessy and some coke and we headed back home. My sister doesn’t drink, but me and my Mama do. And we got blasted and danced and sang all the while my Mama kept saying, “Bitch you ain’t no drinker. Lemme show you how it’s done!”
You don’t want to get me drunk cuz I can’t be responsible for my actions and before I knew it my Mama was threatening to throw me out because I wouldn’t stop freestyling. I love to rhyme. I love to express myself. And when the drinks flow I will start FLOWIN and rapping about whatever comes to mind. My little sister was cracking up but I stopped cuz…My Mama told me to shut up. ~blushing~

The next morning we woke up early and I went into my Mama’s room. “Mama, we’re hungry,” I told her.

“Those are YOUR damn kids! Get in there and cook!”
Huh? ~scratches head~
Wow. Because I had been staying in hostels for so long, I hadn’t cooked anything besides pancakes in ages. I walked cautiously into the kitchen and opened the cabinet. I decided to make grits, eggs, sausage and toast for the boys. But…I don’t really know how to make grits. My sister walked in and looked over my shoulder. “Mama told me to come in here and help you.”
“Thanks girl!”
My boys ate my food! I was so proud!
After we ate, I waited around for Marsha to call me because we planned to go to the beach before it got too hot out. While the boys played restlessly on the living floor, my friend Lem stopped by to see me and he even gave me some money. My Sugarbear came over and whispered in my ear, “Is he going with us?”
“No baby. He just came by to say Hi. Mama knew him from highschool. When I was a little girl. He’s my friend.”
My phone rang and it was Marsha. “Why you didn’t call me and wake me up, it’s almost noon.”
“Girl, it’s Saturday and I wanted to let you sleep in if you wanted to. You worked all week, I didn’t.”

She came over and we headed out to Walgreens where I spent all the money Lem had given me on water guns and beach towels and other toys for the boys to play with at the beach. Then Marsha wanted a smoothie so we stopped at her favorite smoothie shop and she treated the boys to their first smoothie.

It was hot out but we didn’t care. Marsha and I laid out while the boys played in the water. When Marsha and I get together the topic of conversation is ALWAYS God’s will for our lives and us fantasizing about accomplishing our missin in Christ. We don’t agree on everything. Marsha is more of an OBEDIENCE to the Bible type of chick and I’m more open. I don’t believe that God is a task master sitting there tallying up our faults and judging us for them.
Marsha practices abstinence too and she says she is waiting until she is married before she has secks again. I ain’t into that but I don’t try to sway her. I’m waiting until God presents the man He has for me. I’m definitely gonna try to do it with him as soon as I’m sure he’s the divine selection but for some reason. I have a feeling he will make me wait. ~sigh~

After a fun day at the beach the boys and I grabbed lunch and went back to Marsha’s house. She always blesses me with clothes when I go over there. She says she needs to make room for new clothes in her closet because her closet is stuffed like a size22 chick in some size 12 jeans. Her Mama was there shaking her head at Marsha and saying, “It’s a sin. It’s a sin Marsha. It’s a sin to shop like you do. You need to give these clothes to the needy or something.”
I guess I’m the needy. Thanks Marsh!
After that I could barely make it back to my Mama’s house because I was so tired from the long day. I spent the rest of the day chillin with my boys in the house and talking to my Mama about her latest projects. My Mama is very creative. She LOVES to learn how to do computer related things. She’ll sit there and figure it out when I would call someone and say, “Do this for me! This isnt my gift. I’m a writer!” She loves to do graphic design and make DVD’s for people and all that stuff. I give her books when I can and she eats it all up. I definitely get my creativity from her.
I fell asleep with my boys in my arms on that last night together. It felt great to wake up to their smiling faces.
When I got back to Dallas, I checked back into the hostel and rested for one day, kicking it with Donovan and his friends for dinner and then going to sleep in anticipation of my first day at the website.
Ahhhh….
My boys are doing great. I have peace that it’s not time to go back to Miami although my heart says to go. I can’t go down there in the same position I left. If I move back to Miami I want to be able to get my own place immediately and not have to stay at my Mama’s house again. It’s not like she’s gonna let me stay there anyway. My Mama isn’t mean. She just expects me to take care of myself. I don’t have the option of running to her when I need help so I never consider it. Because she raised me that way, I’m bold and strong and I do things that most people never have to do.
But I believe that just like God led me here with an opportunity, He will lead me away from here with an opportunity so I will wait patiently with no anxiety, working on my side projects until the opportunity presents itself. I don’t know..I have a feeling that something will pop off while I’m here. I don’t know what it will be but I don’t believe this is the end for me and Dallas even though I’d love to see my kids more often. ~sigh~ If I could work here and they could fly up every other weekend until I get my opportunity to be near them, that would be great.
Hmm… Who knows? My imagination always precedes my blessing. Maybe it will happen.
I miss my boys. I can’t wait to see their faces again.