My Top 5 Skin Care Fundamentals

20180729_164806-01121117349.jpegOne of the most challenging things I had to do as a mother was to remember to take care of myself. Self care is so important. It can mean many different things to different people. Personally, whenever I get the chance to show my skin some love, I feel awesome and that’s how I self care. I find that it’s a great way to de-stress after a long day’s work and nobody gets hurt. It’s a win-win for everyone!

How do I do it?

Well grab your coffee or wine (I’m not judging) and stick around.

inf_1533744518216627011356.jpgLa Roche-Posay Effaclar Purifying Foaming Gel Cleanser For Oily Skin

The title says it all. It’s a soap-free, paraben-free, non-comedogenic (won’t clog your pores), alcohol-free and is oil free. It removes the dirt from your skin while keeping your skin’s pH at 5.5 (a.k.a. it won’t make your skin feel crazy afterwards.

Just a pea size is all you need for the face. It lathers beautifully. There’s a slight fragrance but not enough to distract from the task at hand. It rinses off easily without leaving any kind of residue. What really makes this work from your typical acne-wash cleanser is the zinc pidolate, which purifies your skin gently. It’s a great way to start the skin cleansing routine while providing you with a blank canvas to start with.

La Roche-Posay Effaclar Mat

If the Effaclar Purifying Foaming Gel is Beyonce then the Effaclar Mat is Jay-Z. Together they form the power couple of skin care routine.

I love this moisturizer. It’s oil-free and non-comedogenic and gives you a mattifying finish all the while controlling the sebum secretion of your face and reducing the size of your pores. I mean, seriously, what else do you need?

This guy’s secret weapon is the sebulyse technology. That’s what allows my skin to look matte and have visibly smaller looking pores.

My day doesn’t start without these two.

20180809_122639-021842713515.jpeg Simple Hydrating Cleansing Oil

I personally did not know that I could have oily skin and use an oil to cleanse my face but apparently you can.

Back when I was ignorant of proper make-up removal methods, I would use a make-up remover wipe when I was ready for bed and call it a day. Mind you, when morning rolled around I would find traces of make-up on my pillow case. That’s when I was introduced to double cleansing.

Double cleansing is when you use a cleansing oil or balm first and then you finish up with your cleanser to cleanse your face.

So I proceeded to try this hydrating cleanser. I’m not going to lie I did not have high hopes for it, but I was pleasantly surprised.

It is made with grapeseed oil, in fact it’s listed as one of the first ingredients. It even smells like grapeseed oil. It’s super light in texture, tough on make-up but make sure to use more than 2-3 drops. It rinses off easily without too much residue. It leaves my skin feeling nice and soft.

20180724_140939-02149927527.jpegBean Body Coffee Scrub

This item was gifted to me to review, which I will gladly review again and again because it’s AMAZING!!!

I love coffee and I love scrub. It’s a perfect combination for skin care.

The scrub has cacao, vitamin E to repair and restore the skin. It has a blend of Himalayan Pink Rock Salt and Demerara Sugar to get rid of the dead skin cells. It’s perfect for stretch marks, cellulite, eczema and psoriasis. Honestly you can go wrong with this. Scoop with hand and scrub away. The granule are fine enough to be gentle on the skin, but powerful enough to provide effective exfoliation.

At the end of this enchanted journey of scrubbage, you’re left with skin that glows, skin so soft, skin so smooth and skin so hydrated all you will do is keep your hands to yourself.

(See what I did there? ;))

The Honest Co. Foaming Tangerine Dream Bubble Bath20180806_141735-011218338408.jpeg

Who doesn’t like bubbles? I sure do. Sometimes when I have a minute to myself and I just need to soak, I use the Honest Bubble Bath. I love the scent of tangerine. It’s so citrus-y, it gives me a tropical feel. If I close my eyes, I can almost pretend (keyword being almost) I’m on a tropical getaway for a whole five minutes.

This foaming bubble bath is made with aloe, calendula, coconut oil, jojoba oil, and quinoa protein to give your skin that necessary TLC your hard-working skin wants and needs. It’s also tear-free, natural, hypoallergenic, paraben-free, phthalate-free, fragrance-free, dye-free, formaldehyde-free, mea-free, dea-free and tea-free.

It’s your natural bubble bath that you can feel good about because you deserve it.

This is my honest opinion and review of each item, discussed. The only item that I was gifted is the Bean Body Coffee Scrub. Otherwise the rest, can be found at your local drugstore, Walmart, Target, etc. That’s where I bought them.

So that is it for my list. What’s your skin care list like?

We should totally compare notes. Comment below, I look forward to hearing from  you.



Ballin’ on a Budget

Listen! Money doesn’t grow trees. Money is like time. There never seems to be enough of it. I’ve been watching families crawl out of debt and it’s made me feel like I can do it.



I like to look good too. Looking good costs money. Money I’m trying to save.

I don’t know when was the last time I actually stepped into Sephora or Murale or any make up store. In fact, most of what I buy is from the drug store. Though there’s nothing wrong with drug store beauty brands, sometimes I want to try some of those high end products I see these youtubers review but not at the expense of my groceries.

Don’t get it twisted! I still swear by my L’Oreal Superblendable True Match Liquid foundation  but sometimes when I go out I like to wear my Nars All Day Luminous foundation. So what’s a girl to do? Find beauty products on sale.

Enter Glambot.

They sell high end brand named make-up and skin care products at a discount. Sometimes as good as 80% off the original price.


That’s where I bought my Tarte creme lipstick. It has become my go-to source for high end brands.

The way it works is that they re-sell gently used or not used items at a discount. If you live in the U.S.A. you can actually sell them your gently used make up.

The only con is that I can’t find anything with my foundation shade. Everything they have is either too light or too dark. But you might find just what you’re looking for.

Otherwise, I really like it. It’s user-friendly. There’s  a picture of what you’re buying.

You can even select what currency you want the prices seen. I live in Canada, so seeing the prices in Canadian currency helps me spend wisely. How else would I be ballin’ on a budget?!

You’ve probably heard of them, but if you haven’t Colourpop is worth checking out.

They have recently launched their No Filter Foundation in 42 shades for $12. I mean $12 for a foundation?! I’m in.


I have purchased and used (and still use) their NoFilter concealer in dark. It’s a staple in my


I used to splurge on hair care but once I knew what it needed, I was able to find what I needed without spending a whole lot of money.

My daughter has a different curl pattern than I do. Of course, this is largely because she’s a baby. Her hair texture continues to change as she gets older, but for now I deal with the card I’m dealt.


Still, I use the Shea Moisture Coconut & Hibiscus Style and Curl Milk and water. It’s such a hair holy grail product that I use it on the whole family.

It contains coconut oil, neem oil and silk protein to strengthen, detangle, moisturize and provide shine to every strand of your hair.

Also, you don’t have to worry about parabens, sulfates, phtalates, parrafin, mineral oil or parrafin because it’s not there.


It’s also available at Wal-Mart. So you know you’re not going to be breaking the bank.

Check out these blogs to see how I use it on my baby and on myself.

The Beginner’s guide to do your baby’s curly hair

5 Minute Hairstyle for Naturalistas

So these are just a few ways that I stay ballin’ on a budget. Just because I’m a mom on a budget doesn’t mean I can’t look good, right?

How do you stay ballin’ on a budget?

Let me know!

Loving My Natural Journey ft. Shea Moisture JBCO Hair Product review


I am a black woman, who once was addicted to the “creamy crack”, also known as a relaxer. I am a former “creamy crack” addict.

My journey is very similar to a lot of hair naturalistas.

At the age of 13, I received my first relaxer, after many years of using the hot comb for the desired straight hair effect. I thought I was going to have that luscious, voluminous, straightened hair I saw on the packaging. Boy, was I wrong!

Just before the birth of my daughter, I knew in my heart that I no longer to relax my hair. If I wanted straight hair. I’d buy a lace front. And I did.

With the help of Shea Moisture Jamaican Black Castor Oil hair care line, I’ve been able to fall in love with my hair again. In its primitive, chemical-free, heat-free, damage-free state.20180628_112051_00011826666194.png

I have always been a Shea Moisture fan. But for awhile, I was worried that my hair would suffer from Canada’s worst winter temperature. So I put the Shea Moisture JBCO leave-in conditioner to the test.

As a new mom to a very active 1 year old, I knew that I wouldn’t have the time to spend on my hair to ensure that it got the proper TLC it needed daily. So I was very pleasantly surprised when I realized that this miracle in a jar kept my moisturized for at least a week. I didn’t have to go back and re-moisturize my ends.

Yes I called it a miracle in a jar, because it is.

One of my favourite things to do when applying the Shea Moisture JBCO Strengthen and Restore Leave-In Conditioner with shea butter, peppermint and apple cider vinegar, is to brush it with a paddle brush or comb it with a wide tooth-comb into my hair.


It ensures me that every strand get the love it needs to just thrive despite what temperature comes my way.

The Shampoo is as moisturizing as it says it is and the Strengthen and Restore Edge Treatment Gel is exactly the gel I need to slay my edges without snatching them off my scalp.

I use these products with confidence knowing that it’s sulfate-free, paraben-free, phthalates-free, propylene glycol-free, mineral-oil, paraffin-free, DEA-free, cruelty-free, made with fair trade ingredients and most of all it just does what it says.

I’ve used on my baby’s hair (especially when the weather drops to negative 30 degrees Celsius), my husband’s hair (he LOVES it) and we’ve all noticed the difference it’s made.

It’s been a long journey to get to this point where I can just not worry about the health of my hair, but we’ve made it.


Finding the right products obviously make a world of a difference but wherever your hair journey takes you, I hope you fall in love with your hair.

What hair products do you use currently? Let me know in the comment section


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5 Things I Wish I Didn’t Have To Learn The Hard Way

Hey there! Thank you for reading my post today. I’m so happy you decided to check out what goes on in my head. This past month has been super busy, but in a good way.

There was laughter, tears, hope, distress, trials and victories. All of this, and it’s just the beginning of Summer.

As I reflect on my short time as a mother, there are so many things I was warned about but I definitely had to either learn it or experience it through trial. No amount of books or testimonials could have prepared me for my journey as a mother.

Some of it sucked balls!

But some of it was amazing.

So here goes…

  1. Everyone has an opinion on how you should be with your child 20180614_185420She is living her best life

The irony in all of this is that, this should concern you and your child but no. Somehow any one and every one seems to have the magic elixir to “help” you, when in reality it can make a moment that’s supposed to be fun and enjoyable, really frustrating and annoying. Personally, I found myself questioning whether or not I was fit to even be a mother. Then I woke up and realized I’m a queen raising a queen and we don’t need any type of negativity in our lives.

So I said, “I’m good love, enjoy!”

Most people mean well, even though they don’t know when to shut up or keep their opinions to themselves. Of course, most advice are sound. But at the end of the day, it’s YOUR child. Enjoy this moment. You are both learning. Cut yourself some slack.

2. Things never go the way you want them to 


…like this picture

That’s really more of a life lesson that I keep refusing to learn. In my mind, by now my one-year old should be sleeping through the night, completely weaned off of the breast, have a full head of hair like all the instagram babies that are trending and I should’ve had all stuff together so that I could be a full-time stay-at-home mom and a social media rockstar.

*insert record scratch*

yea, that didn’t work out too well.

And that’s ok!

So what she doesn’t sleep through the night? So she still likes breastmilk, and so what? So what she’s a little rough around the edges and loves to explore and isn’t afraid to get dirty? So what? My daughter is the way she is and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So I had to adjust. That’s my issue and I’m dealing with it, the way that fits us. My husband adjusted and I’m adjusting and that’s life.

I can’t predict the weather but I can adjust accordingly.

3. Sometimes husbands just don’t understand

The great thing about marriage is that two imperfect people are joined together because they are perfect for each other.

Now let’s apply that to real life with limited sleep and not enough caffeine to create a sustainable addiction.

Yea! All of that feel-good, whimsical lovey dovey stuff flies out the window.

As a woman, I have needs.

Sometimes I just need to SLEEP! Sometimes I don’t want to talk. Sometimes I just need help without having to ask for it.

I don’t care about how hard your day was. Or why you think we need more stuff in the garage. Or about your headache.  I’m really sorry but I don’t because I’m not sleeping and I’m forced to stay functioning, meanwhile you get to call in sick.

But I digress.

I understand, men need to be told what we need because they can’t read minds…but still.


I wanted a family photo; he wanted to catch us off guard

4. Your baby will always be your biggest fan


Always ready to take selfie with me

Honestly, she is just so full of light and positivity. I literally aspire to be as positive and happy as she is. She is firm in what she wants and makes no apologies about getting her way but she just makes life better.

I couldn’t have imagined a better daughter. I am so proud to be her mother. She is really forgiving and merciful, which is ironic because her name is Mercy. She just makes me want to be better. When I’m happy, she’s ecstatic. When I’m sad, she’s really unsettled.

If that’s what mercy is than no wonder God wants us to share that over judgement.

She loves to have her celebrations. If I do good and I tell her, then she gets really excited. I don’t know if she understands half of the things I tell her, but seeing her genuinely smile along with me is beyond words.

I’m grateful for her love and her unconditional support.

  5. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger


I’m ready for it all

It’s been one hell of a ride and I wouldn’t have it any other way. There were days I honestly didn’t think I would make it. But without God, my husband and my baby girl I don’t know how it would have turned out.

Life happens and we learn and grow from it. I can honestly say that my marriage is stronger. Our goals are now more focused than ever. We have a stronger bond. We really have each other’s backs.

Personally speaking, I know that I’ve come to the realization that my family comes first. Their opinion matters. What I do affects them and what they do affects me. How we treat each other is important.

For example, my daughter believes that yelling is normal… so I’m trying to rectify that, God help us.

Patience is a virtue. I don’t know if I got it yet but it’s a virtue worth having.

I know that I can survive on no sleep. I know that I can achieve any and every goal I set up. I know that my family and I are destined for greatness and that’s where we are headed.


I hope you enjoyed this blog post.

What are some things you learned the hard way?

5 Minute Hairstyle for Naturalistas

Hey there! So I’m back with another How-To Video that I hope you will enjoy.
As a mother, time is not always on my side when I leave the house in anything other than sweat pants and a t-shirt. But such is life. So below I posted a video, showing how I create my 5 minute “go-to” hairstyle, for the days when I’m in a hurry and need to look like I actually belong out in the real world and not in my bed.
DISCLAIMER: I am not a hairstylist, just a mom who constantly seems to run out of time.

Here are the items I used in the video:
– water
Shea Moisture Coconut & Hibiscus Curl and Style Milk

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Quick Mommy Make-Up

If you’re here it’s probably because you’re tired of looking like you belong in the cast of the Walking Dead.  When your little one isn’t sleeping through the night, it can be hard to have that youthful glow you once had pre-baby.

I had people tell me I looked great but I knew they were just being nice.

Now I’m not make-up artist. But I know a few things. So here I am sharing it with you. I know you don’t have the time to do a full glam look…neither do I. This is why I put this video together.

In real time this takes me ten minutes.

Here are the products I use:

  • Elf Primer
  • L’Oreal True Match Liquid Foundation in W8
  • Colourpop No Filter concealer in Medium Dark
  • Maybelline Fit Me loose powder in Medium
  • NYX Highlight and Contour Pro palette in Tan
  • ABH dip brow pomade in chocolate
  • NYX blush Dusty Rose
  • Milani Illuminating Face Powder Hermosa Rose
  • Wet n Wild Matte Finish Setting Spray
  • Maybelline LashSensational
  • Colourpop liquid lipstick in Flurries

I hope you like it. If you have any quick tips please share them with me.

Storytime… “Still Trying To Impress Them?”

Hey there!

My name is Sandy and I am a singer-songwriter with a complex mindset on how to go about life…

then again so is every single human being who is tasked with living life according to the rules of their predecessors.

I write…

a lot…

But I’m pretty sure you’ll like this story, so keep reading.

Let’s call this story, “Still Trying To Impress Them?

So this morning as I am getting ready to go to church, I was going through my closet trying to find something acceptable to wear. It’s Palm Sunday, but it’s also casual Sunday. In my younger years, I have always attempted to not be “too casual” as it would result in me literally leaving the house in my pajamas.

I’m a mother, at this point anything I can throw on that allows me the comfort of free range movement is a plus.

Hence, the leggings and baggy sweater, but I digress.

So, as I’m doing this, I hear the still small voice (yes, it exists)

“Still, trying to impress them huh?!”

I quickly did a self-check.

Was I really this vain?

Yes, yes I was!

But  how? Why? When? When would this stop? Why am I still doing this? Why do I care? I’m a grown woman now!

Well, let’s go down memory lane.

Hi, my name is Sandy Esprit. I was born Sandy Marie Laures Tropnas. I was named by my father. He had an ex called Sandy Marie Laures. The story is, she was really beautiful. I tried looking for her myself but I was unsuccessful in my search. Therefore I can neither confirm nor deny her beauty. But she must have made an impact for this man to name his firstborn daughter after her.

My parents did the best that they could with the knowledge they had received and the circumstances that they faced. Mind you, my father was abusive towards my mother, so once that divorce was finalized, well let’s just say he moved on…

As he moved on, I saw less and less of him. It made me angry. I hated him for it. He didn’t fight for me. He didn’t care. I needed him. I wanted him. But he wasn’t there. So I thought I was the problem. My mother would commit murder if she had to, in order to see me and have a relationship with me. However, my father felt like I had a better chance of a successful life if he stayed away. I don’t think he was wrong, looking back on it now. But back then I didn’t know any better, so I vowed that I would live my life in a way that would make him wish he had been a part of my successful and lavish life.

In other words, I vowed that I would impress him enough to make him want me.

During my teen years, my mother did literally the best and the most that a mother could do. We were promised a better life by my grandparents. Then we were kicked out, with certain expletive and colourful language I did not think grandparents would say of their children and grandchildren. It must have been me, my existence, my being. Maybe if I wasn’t around my mother would be loved. The thing my grandparents loved to throw in my mother’s face was that she was a single mother without a man. In my logic, if she didn’t have kids, then she wouldn’t need a man. So I vowed to avenge my mother’s honour. I would live a life of luxury and wealth. I would prove to them all that her love and hard work would pay off.

In other words, I vowed that I would impress them enough to want me and her.

So now we’re up to three?

Let’s keep going!

By then, I’m just angry. I’m upset. Take some teenage hormones, life trauma and the fake love you’re being shown and you got yourself Angry Sandy. I did what I could to make my mother happy. I wasn’t successful. In fact, during that time I felt like a failure most of the time.

I would go hungry at times because I thought if there was more food around, then she would have more to eat and she’d feel better. I was tired all the time. There was such a big responsibility on me and I had no prior training and most of the time I learned by error. My mother’s patience got shorter and shorter but she did her best.

I was trying to stay a kid in a grown up world. My mother needed a warrior she could trust in the heat of the battle. To be honest, she was the best the trainer I ever had. One of the roughest and toughest but, what do you expect, we were at war. We were at war with the naysayers, with the haters (most of them blood related), with our own insecurities, our own experiences and our need to feel accepted by one another. We just wanted to know that our best was good enough for each other and that we had each other’s backs. At least, that’s how I felt. Unfortunately, I didn’t know or understand so I thought I needed to win her love. I didn’t know I already had it.

So I vowed to impress her with the outcome of my life. I would become a success story that she could brag to her friends about.

Are you weeping yet?

I hope not because it really isn’t that sad. It’s sad. But guys, really, it’s not that bad. I left out all the sad, weepy stuff.

So fast forward, a few years and now I’ve given my life to Christ. I am a born again Christian. I’ve got male authority figures that I loved. As I saw others being praised by them, I knew I wanted in on the action so guess what?

Let’s vow to impress them too. Just for kicks, I guess.

I think we’re up to 6.

Six people we’re vowing to impress.

Oh yea, then there’s the bosses at work. Teachers at school. Friends at school. Last but not least the husband.

For some reason, I never tried to impress God…

I’ve lost count of the folks I’ve vowed to impress. Do you know how many? Can you tell me?

Thanks, at least you tried. 🙂

Now here I am. I am 31 years old. I’ve got a husband, a daughter, a nice house in a nice neighborhood. I’ve got a decent job (and I can’t wait until I can’t quit that job!) and I’m chasing my dream to be a singer-songwriter (fyi: the dream is to make enough money doing it that I don’t need my current job). 

These people are all proud of me. All these people I vowed to impress, according to them I did it right. I did it the “right” way and they are proud of me and yet…

I don’t care. I did all of this. All of it. I’ve got regrets. One of them is I wish I did the right thing because I wanted to do it for me. I fulfilled my vow, but at what cost?

So we come full circle to this morning. This morning when I heard the still small voice, I made a decision.

I made the decision to stop trying to impress them.

I know my daughter is taking notes. I want her to know that she already has my love. She doesn’t have to impress me. I’m already impressed. She’s amazing because she is.

That’s all I got.

If you enjoyed my little anecdote, please let me know. If this gives you perspective on life (which I pray it does) pass it on and let’s all get in on it.

God bless

See you soon

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5 Reasons Why You’re A Supermom

You’ve got

  • the baby at your hip (somehow you’d think the umbilical cord was still attached)
  • the food on the stove (gotta remember to eat, gotta remember to eat, gotta remember to eat…)
  • laundry is piling up (pyjamas are not a suitable outfit for everyday life)
  • hubby has a “headache” again (insert eye roll here)
  • coffee has gone cold (iced coffee…I guess)
  • the house is a mess (the floor is not a shelf, right?)

I mean what else could be added to the list?

Sometimes what we need as moms is a little support. It’s not that we can’t handle the task at hand. In fact, we got a routine that works for us. We’re great multi tasker. Sometimes too great.

We tend to be overlooked, overwhelmed and we feel under appreciated. If that’s you…or a friend, let me remind you by listing 5 reasons why you are a SUPERMOM!

If you read last week’s blog I gave myself a whole lot of flowers. This week I’m giving them to you.

  1. Selfless – You are selfless. You do it all, over and over again. Day in and day out. 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days, all year, every year. All of this because you love the ones you care about. There are days I’m sure you want to sleep in but you get up, make that cup of coffee and get going. You’ve made sacrifices (sleep counts as a sacrifice) and adapted into an environment where you and those you love can grow and thrive. You are selfless.
  2. While it’s a good quality to have, please remember to take time for yourself. It’s not selfish, it’s survival.

  3. Adaptable – No matter what life throws at you (trips to the doctor, sleepless nights, forgetting to eat…) you adapt. In fact, those around you are able to make it through the day because of you. That’s why the husband can safely lose his keys and know that you will be able to locate it in seconds (mind you if he’d just put it down somewhere safe…but I digress). Life comes at you fast but you got this. You are strong enough, smart enough and mama you do it so well that everyone sees you as a SUPERMOM.
  4. Yea, apparently husband’s never learn and will forever ask you to locate their keys until death do you part…good thing you’ve adapted

  5. Mama’s Insticts – You’ve got instincts borne out of love and refined by experience. That’s why you’re the unlicensed head surgeon, head nurse, doctor, referee, judge, jury, lawyer, minister etc of the house. Also you’re a detective but you already knew that. Your instincts keep you and your family safe. I can’t explain it. You can’t explain it but you know you’re right, and guess what? You’re right! Trust your instincts, it’s part of what makes you a SUPERMOM.
  6. As much as no one likes a-know-it-all, this is the one time where everyone in the family wants that quality. So revel in it. Just don’t say I told you so even though you said so…multiple times.

  7. Cool under Pressure – You’re able to keep your cool when that person took up two parking spaces, you got cut off on the road or the good food you were dreaming about eating got devoured by the one who vowed to love you forever (nothing warrants a fight faster than eating my favourite food) but because of your child you stay cool under pressure. You establish an example of grace and poise all to teach your young one a valuable lesson.
  8. You know being a good parent is more than just birthing a child. You understand the power you have and are willing to make the best of it. Way to go!

  9. Keeping it real – You can laugh it off when you need to and keep life interesting and fun for those you love. You also aren’t afraid of being yourself and that is the best version of yourself you can be. In order for the ones you love to really thrive they need to know that you are authentically in love with who they are. The love you have for them will be reciprocated because they love you for you. Flaws and all. SUPERMOM!
  10. You are the foundation on which they build and the best part is you are perfect for that job because you are you. Don’t try and reach for perfection. YOU ARE PERFECT!

I hope you feel empowered reading this. I also hope you understand how awesome and amazing you are.

You were chosen for this and you’re doing great…even when it doesn’t feel like it.

Not one mom is perfect but we all strive to be.

If this helped you, let me know what you think and list anything I may have missed.

Comment, share it with someone you know and follow me so you don’t miss out.

Stay blessed, SUPERMOM!

5 Superpowers I Gained as a Mother

I didn’t think I would be affected. I thought I was immune. But once that little 7 pound human left the comforts of my womb and was placed on my chest, I knew things would never be the same again.
I was bit by a radioactive matter that defied all laws of normalcy. I became… dun dun dun
If you are a parent I’m pretty sure you will relate.
Here are the 5 Superpowers I gained once I became a mother.
1. becoming a functional human being with little to no sleep

I’m not sure how I managed but I did. I used to be a deep sleeper. Waking up in the middle of night once was abnormal.

But once I became… dun dun dun


Now not waking up at all in the middle of the night, though miraculous, would be considered abnormal.

It’s a superpower that I embrace…

or still embracing.

Keep in mind that coffee has become my new bestie.

Don’t judge.

Popeye ate spinach for his strength. I would rather drink coffee.

2. General manager of the house

I literally have to keep everyone and everything in check to keep myself in check.

How does it even begin to make sense?

Sometimes, I’m the banker, grocery store (for the baby), master chef, accountant, etc. Aside from being a wife, daughter, sister, singer, writer…

you know everything I was before I became…. dun dun dun


But I embrace my newfound superpower because with great power comes great responsibility. To be honest, nobody does it better than a mother.

3. high pain tolerance

I thought menstruation pain was bad. At least my lady parts weren’t being stretched.

If I was honest, the hardest part was the length of time. I was in constant, growing (literally) pain for 40 hours. Though I’d gladly take the drugs if I were to do it all over again, I expected much worse.

Needlessto say, since that experience pain doesn’t affected me like it used to.

I don’t want to say I’m invincible but I’m a… dun dun dun


I’m kind of feeling this new tolerance for pain.
4. Googe expert

I’m not sure if it’s a skill or paranoia but it’s my superpower and I’m not ashamed of it.

I love knowledge even if it scares me. Like most parents, I want to do right by my child. As much as I care about how people view my parenting skills I care more about caring for her the right way.

Whether it’s her hair or treating her cold, I will take knowledge over any what used to be done.

I know this topic is taboo and is often seen as disrespect but I believe staying true to who I am allows to be a better mother to my daughter than just accepting whatever I’m given.

So what does have to do with Google?

Well because we live in an era where knowledge is shared, I have researched everything. I have made myself knowledgeable in whatever area I wanted to learn to best care for my baby.

Ever since I became… dun dun dun


5. new “baby” language skills

I honestly believe I speak baby, specifically, my baby.

I’m telling you the truth. Cross my heart and hope to live (who wants to die?).

Before my daughter was even born, I was communicating with her and she would communicate back. Of course, it wasn’t like she had a voice and I heard a voice from my belly. But we were communicating.

She was…I wouldn’t say bossy…but definitely head strong. And still is.

We still communicate. She tells me what she wants and it’s up to me to process that information the best way I see fit.

I know when she’s trying to pull a fast one on me. (I didn’t know she’d be so sneaky at 10 months old). I know when she is being shy. I know when she’s hungry and what she’s hungry for. Mind you if she could live off the breastmilk she would.

I know her. I know my daughter. Her character, her traits, her strengths and weaknesses. I know it and it’s beautify because I’m her… dun dun dun


I absolutely love being a mom and being a part of the mom tribe. I live the fact that I get to impact this little physical representation of my joy and of God’s mercy.

There are days I don’t feel like I have superpowers. In fact, most days I don’t.

But each and everyone of us are. We do the incredible task of raising these future adults like we’re professional (my daughter thinks I’m a professional she doesn’t know that we’re both figuring this out).

But when we reap the rewards it’s because you know you’re a… dun dun dun


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If you know someone who needs this little pick me up, share it with them. I’m sure they’ll relate.

How I’m Dealing With The End Of Maternity Leave

Hey THERE! I’m so glad you made it to my page.

I’m not famous or anything. I wanted to be but it didn’t work out in my favour.

I’m a mother on maternity leave fighting against the hands of time desperately praying for a miracle.

What miracle, you ask?

I don’t want to go back to work. I want to stay home and raise my baby. Babies, if the Lord permits.

But it wasn’t always that way. In fact, I’m the last person who would be in this position…

Exactly a year ago, I was at work. Content with my life. My husband was at home, “nesting” on my behalf.

I was at work, 7 months pregnant, anticipating the arrival of my baby. I was anxious to say the least. I didn’t know how I would cope, if I could cope.

I pictured myself to be a modern 21 century wife. I was working at my job, working as a songwriter and demoing songs for a producer, modelling part time and being a productive wife to my husband. I was doing it all. Just like Beyonce, without the nannies, the hit records, the glam squad and the cheating husband.

I was not going to be tied down to what society or my mother thought of my lifestyle. I was living MY life. Mind you, I hated the fact that I was a living a life I ultimately didn’t find fulfilling but at least I looked good doing it.

#selfie #goals #lies

It’s terrible that we can be so lost looking good that we miss out on feeling good. It’s like living without drawing in that breath.

Then she came and by she I mean the most amazing and most awesome girl I have ever laid eyes on. She is my love manifested, my hope realized my joy complete (I know I’m exaggerating but one day she may read this blog).

She challenges to be better and aspire greater. She makes want to get up in the mornings. Also I have to get up in the mornings or else

…if you’re a mother you know. She became my friend and an extension of my soul. She allowed me to transition into this new found, upgraded version of myself and caused me to love me even more.

I’m not sure how it happened but it did.

Just trust me.

So here we are. She 10 months old and in 2 months I am expected to go back to work.

This isn’t 1958 and so my husband doesn’t make enough to support us all financially.

Mind you even if it was 1958, we’d be facing different struggles but it’s a different matter for a different blog altogether.

The cost of living is high. Welfare isn’t an option. I can’t operate a daycare where I live. My side hustle isn’t bringing any money. Once my leave is over, that’s it.

I’m grateful for the time I get to be with her. It allows me to be with me. To be honest I’m super dope. A little neurotic but still I’m amazing. But being amazing isn’t enough.

My pastor told me last week of how heartbreaking it was for him to go to work. His son would cry restlessly for 10 minutes, 10 whole minutes!

My heart broke just picturing the scene.

My mother pretty much told me to buck up and deal with it.

Let’s just say I’ve yet to buck up.

I have faith that something will turn around and everything will work out.

Maybe it won’t be as bad as I fear. Maybe I’ll win the lottery. Maybe I’ll get that record deal I’ve been working so hard go get. Maybe I’ll be able to find a job that allows me to work from home.

I’m just hoping because that’s all I got left…


If your a mom who’s dealt with going back to work please let me know how you transitioned?

Also keep me in your prayers as this is a very real issue for me