Happy Mother’s Day

Today, I was able to spend some time with my mother. I’m blessed to say that she’s doing very well. My parents requested that I don’t post their pictures on Facebook nor social media sites and I will not reveal their names. However, I’m thankful to say that my parents have been married for 53 years. I didn’t get that gene but I’m thankful for them. 🙂

My mom and I had a great talk today. We talked about men. Some things never change. I think she’s interested to know how I’m doing as a woman and I listen to how my mom and dad got along, especially before they got married. At times, I still learn something new that I’ve never heard them say before. It’s very interesting, since they were married 10 years before I came into the world.

I’m very thankful to have such frank discussions with my mom, especially on Mother’s Day. I cherish the time with her. She’s a blessing and my father is too. They appreciate the time that I spend with them as well.

Have a blessed Mother’s Day with your mom, biological or not. Cherish the women who had a positive impact on your life. I’m thankful that I have a wonderful mother.

Thank you mom and God bless you!

Kim

 

Men

Okay. Let’s talk about men for a minute.

I LOVE men. Men can be great. Females and Males think differently. I’ll break this down even further.

Relationships in your 40’s. Let me break this down even more.

African-American relationships in your 40s. Let me break this down even more.

Non-committal African America relationships in your 40s. ((sign)) Not pretty.

I’m not sure if it’s a lost cause or what. African-American men and women have the hardest time in the 21st century. Black men don’t seem to want black women. Many women are feeling the lack of love from their own race and thinking colorblind as an option.

I just want to meet the right person for me. It’s been a real challenge.

I’m in a relationship with a man who can’t commit. He’s in his 40s, sad but true: college educated with more degrees than me, raised a great kid. I’m at a loss now. He says that I’m pushing too hard. Hmmm, we’ve known each other for at least 15 years. Really, am I pushing too hard?

Obviously, there is more than I’m saying on my blog. What I really would like to know is this: what happened to African-American relationships? Why did single-parenting take over? African-American families are divided.

I’m sad that I’m unable to meet a successful man as a woman with “no kids,” has material wealth and I’m thankful for my health. I’ve still been unable to meet my match. It’s a shame.

Women are really suffering, especially African-American women in the black mecca called Atlanta. Most women out here feel the pinch. It’s a shame.

Kim

 

Family

For the most part, I don’t write about my family. However, a family member that you love will make you respond in a way that forces you to explain, write, complain, share, celebrate, etc. Today, my dad really forced me to think about how I want deal with my family in the future.

Everyone goes through issues with family. In this case, my parents are in their 70s and it’s time to help them (as best that I can without getting hurt). However, that’s with anyone.

I’m not sure how my dad got into financial trouble but he did. My parents were always great with money but my dad had a lot of financial trouble and asked me many times to help him in very large amounts of money to the point of wiping me out.

I helped him. I was baffled, surprised, confused, and didn’t know what was going on in that house that my parents have lived in for the past 25 years.

I’m not sure if he will be able to repay me the money. I’m upset with him, that’s very clear. Now, I just don’t want to see him or my mother for a while. I just need them to leave me alone. The secrets alone are enough to get on a person’s nerves. I was asked not to share that he had to “borrow” money from me to my mother.

Needless to say, I’m thinking about talking with a counselor just so that I don’t share this information with the world like I’m doing now. lol It’s private information and I may take down this post in the future. Right now, I just needed to share some things about my family. The Christian father who teaches Sunday School took a few thousand dollars and mentioned that he would throw me a hundred to help me out if I needed it and “pray” for me.

For someone who helped so many people, I’m afraid that helping his daughter was hurting her financially. I’m not sure where this is going. I believe in prayer although I can cuss like a sailor if provoked. I’ve learned to be a strong girl (like most black women) through my mother. Mom will need two hip replacement surgeries as well. I see a lot of family issues on the horizon. I’m not sure if it will get any better.

If you believe in prayer, please pray for me. Thanks.

Kim

 

Family Memories: Caretaker Roles

From time to time, I will write about my family memories. This has nothing to do with voice overs but includes the “me” in GVOS and Me. Sometimes, a reflection heals the soul and I don’t mind sharing from time to time.

My grandmother, Eunice “Shug” Geter’s visitation was today with my parents. Grandma is 95 year’s young. Although, she is so ready to go most days that we don’t always as the younger generation (I’m talking 72 and under with my parents and myself without some of those aches and pains) don’t see it that way. Grandma has a good mind and mentions without hesitation what the workers do and what they don’t do. Food with the older generation (mind you that grandma was highlighted for her cooking in Better Homes and Gardens in 1973) constantly is an irritation. Each sentence was punctuated with the phrase, “…and I left it on the plate.” A person can’t help but to laugh, however, it’s truly not a funny matter. Grandma could always get under dad’s skin. Saw some tough arguments on occasion with them that made me glance a second look but there was always love (of course). Dad helped his mom with everything while my mom would aid as best she could. Both my parents took on family: my uncle when he underwent surgery for prostate cancer: my great-aunt Aunt Jessie when diagnosed with dementia; and my grandmother when my Uncle wasn’t able to help due to health issues. My aunt (her step-mother) didn’t share a good relationship.

Family dynamics are interesting. My parents are care givers. I will help my parents although this gene wasn’t really found in my DNA but I will be there for them.

For me, this is an interesting topic. I didn’t mean to write this particular topic, but others will follow from time to time. This is a snapshot of family memories of my parents in a caretaker role.