Monthly Archives: September 2013

Mason’s birthday party


Mason’s birthday party turned out great!  So many people showed up to help celebrate!  What an amazing feeling to know Mason is surrounded by so many people who love him.


Guess who got his first haircut today?


First cut at Cartoon Cuts in Miami, Florida


Before and After

I’ve waited a whole year for this day and now that he’s 1 year old, I could take him to get his first cut.  After work, I picked up my little man and we headed straight to Cartoon Cuts.

My 9/11 birthday boy

The tragic events of September 11, 2001 left most of us with sad memories and distaste for this day. Every year we are reminded of the many innocent lives that were lost and the visual representation of ugliness that is called hate.

I was still living in New York on that day when the famous World Trade Center towers met its end and chaos erupted throughout the city. I was a part of that history. I remember clearly the impact that it had on the world.

Naturally, the last thing I wanted was to have my child born on such an ugly day.

But history is not a forecast to the future nor should it be a predetermined factor as to how we choose to live our lives. Everyday God offers us little intricate blessings of hope. Most of them go unnoticed, but they’re there. I have to keep this in mind when the guilty feeling attempts to creep up on me for wanting to celebrate and rejoice this day. My blessing came with a huge bang one year ago today. As much as I resisted and hoped that my little boy would not come on this date, my stubborn boy still came. He couldn’t wait another day to meet his momma. Mason Alexander entered this world on September 11, 2012, while the rest of the world mourned and remembered those who lost their lives back in 2001. I saw his face and instantly my world was changed for the better. September 11th now has rays of sunshine seeping through its dark clouds.

What an amazing way of converting such a sad day into a beautiful hope for the future.

Happy birthday, my sweet innocent child. You are my biggest blessing from God.

Single Mommingly Yours, M.

Article: The Children’s Place Contest

Hey mommies! Here’s a chance to win $10,000.00 for your loved ones!

Have your child describe what he/she would like to be when they grow up and enter this contest to win.

Hurry up! Contest ends September 30, 2013! Good luck!

The Children’s Place Contest

Why single mommyhood Kicks a$$!

Here are top 10 reasons offered by a fellow blogger. Can you think of any more reasons? I’d like to add one more to the list.


Ten Reasons Single Mommyhood Rocks.

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A child’s pain is his mother’s pain

This weekend I discovered what they mean when they say “a child’s pain is his mother’s pain.”

My little Mason had a terrible case of constipation this weekend. The first sign of it was on Friday. I’ve now labeled myself a bad mommy for not having done something immediately to correct the problem. I guess I thought it would get better on its own.

I got home earlier than usual on Friday to the sounds of his horrific painful cries. My mother was in the bathroom with him. He was sitting in his little Disney Cars potty chair. His diaper off. His eyes filled with tears as he strained to relieve himself. My mom tried to comfort him. By the time I arrived, he was just finishing up. “He’s constipated.” My mom said to me. I did nothing.

Late afternoon on Saturday, after attending a 1 year birthday party, I took Mason to his uncle’s (my brother)house. We ended up spending the weekend there. I noticed Mason had the “I’m pooping” face on a few times throughout the evening but every time I checked his diaper, he was clean. He didn’t poop on Saturday and by Sunday, it was time to let the sucker out. This was easier said than done. Mason tried for a full hour before he was finally succesful. My poor baby was in so much pain. He cried and pushed, cried and pushed but nothing would happen. I took off his diaper and sat in the tub with him, hoping the running water would calm him a bit.

The pain in his eyes was unbearable and I felt useless. There was nothing I could do to make this go away for him. It was the saddest thing. I cried in the tub with him as I held his little naked body close to me.

Eventually it all came out but the look of pain in his eyes still lingers in mind. Never do I want to see him in that position again. It broke my heart. That was on Sunday. Here am today, 2 days later, writing this with blurred vision because the thought of his pain still makes me cry.

Single Mommingly Yours, M


New friend

New friend

We went to a 1 year birthday celebration and Mason enjoyed alone time with Minnie.