Live, Laugh, Pray, Love Mommy

I prefer the color purple rather than the color pink. Purple is the color I like the most because I think it is beautiful. A month ago my son revealed his color preference and I wasn't prepared. It has taken me some time to think about whether I would write about this topic or not as it is pretty sensitive but in the end I feel like not writing about it would bring a constant nagging that would be hard to escape. About a month ago, my oldest son, Desmond asked me to place my hand up against his hand and I did not understand why. He analyzed his hand and mine and proceeded to say, "I wish I had you and Omari's color brown." My heart betrayed me and stopped. All my senses went numb. I couldn't believe what my wonderfully made son just said. I asked him why he felt that way and he said that my brown and his brother's brown was a better brown because it's lighter. I pushed past the ringing in my ear and lovingly asked him if someone at school was saying mean

I took a break from writing. It was a break that I didn't know I needed but it kind of happened naturally. A few months ago, my son Desmond lovingly counseled me on how much attention I have been paying to my phone. He was right. My head was down too often enough for him to notice. I can't let that happen again. These moments with my babies are too precious and fragile. I definitely need to HANDLE WITH CARE. So with that being said, I am back but I am going to exercise a little more balance. I love writing but sometimes I get too needy. I turn into the clingy girlfriend with it. I also started getting obsessed with gaining followers and popularity with the media spectators. I wanted people to really enjoy my blog as much as I do (and I wanted to make a little money too. Shoot). I can't worry myself about it. That will take a backseat. My children come first. I am going to be more cautious this time around. I will find a balance. I have been humbled. I truly appreciate par