The stay at home order for Louisiana ends tomorrow, and that means my husband will no longer be working from home but he’ll be going back to working from the office. Soon I’ll be back working from the office as well. I know covid-19 has been scary for many people, including myself. I also know that many people are ready to get out of the house and go back to work. Regardless of all the traumatic news that has circulated around about this pandemic, I can honestly say that I’m truly grateful for the time I’ve gotten to spend with my husband. If you’re a military spouse or know one, then you’re aware that the lives of our spouses are quite busy. It may be a long time before I get a chance to spend hours laughing, playing, eating, watching movies, lying in the bed and enjoying intimate communication and friendship with my husband again. Oh my gosh I’m super grateful for the 2 months we had!!! Thankfully we didn’t wear each other out nor get on each others’ nerves in a major way. We got along and we enjoyed every bit of each others’ company. I know many couples have struggled with being around their spouse for such long periods of time during this quarantine, but I’m grateful that our love and friendship superseded the anxiety of us being quarantined to our home. I’ve learned throughout our marriage that every obstacle we’ve faced together has always brought us closer together, and gives us a newer respect for each other. This time has been no different. So…as he returns back to his busyness on tomorrow, I will cherish our quarantine memories. Yes, we’ll still find time to spend together in the midst of work, military, the kids and others things. We’ll never let intimate time with each other fall. However, I will always be mindful that all the quarantine time we spent together was great while it lasted❤️
Wow…the COVID-19 pandemic has changed so many lives. People have loss loved ones, their jobs and their freedom to be as mobile as they want to be, due to this virus. I’m from Louisiana, and our governor has just extended our stay at home order that was suppose to end April 30th to May 15th, and so many people are angry about his decision. To be honest, I can understand why…so many people are ready to get back to work so that they can provide for their families. Though I have the privilege to work from, I sympathize with their concerns. Maybe some of you are concerned as well. Maybe you’re just absolutely exhausted from all that you’re hearing in the news. Maybe you’re exhausted from trying to teach your kids while working from home at the same time. Maybe you’re exhausted from trying to keep your sanity in tact. I get it. However, I want to encourage you to look at the positive. Look at the fact that you get to develop a greater bond with your children and you get to deepen the bond with your spouse. Look at the fact that you get time to focus more time on the things you love to do, your purpose and the things you’ve always wanted to create. Remember the time that you use to complain that you didn’t have the time, and now you have it. I encourage you to focus on the spiritual and physical transformation that you probably need to make in your life. Focus on the business and ministry you always wanted to start, and focus on building networking friendships. Focus on the good more than focusing on the bad. When we focus on that which is good and that which we’re thank for…when we focus on our blessings (great and small) God’s peace, love and joy will abide in our hearts. We’ll begin to manifest the desires of our hearts. So yes…I know these are difficult times and it’s so easy to be angry about what we can’t control, but again I encourage you to look at the positive.
Hey mommas! It’s been a long time since I’ve written a post, but I’m here and I’m back to inspire, encourage and motivate. My goodness…the past two and a half months have been a world wind 🌪. I loss my nephew (my older sister’s son) and I loss my oldest sister. They both passed within a month of each other. How tragic. Now…the entire world is in the middle of a pandemic. Many people are fearful, anxious, depressed as well as down and out. Some have loss loved ones, others have lost jobs. We are definitely in times of great concern. However, I want to encourage you to hang in there and be patient with yourself, with your children and with your family. Patience is a form of self-love and self-care. Many of us are now not only being mom to our children, but we’re having to be teacher as well due to school no longer being in session. It’s a lot I know🤦🏾♀️. Especially if you are a mom with a child with a developmental delay or mental illness, and you’re doing your best to try to maintain some kind of normalcy in your home. I’ve shared before that I have a son on the autism spectrum and a daughter diagnosed with ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder). I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, motherhood isn’t about being perfect but it’s about being passionate. Being passionate is you doing the best you can to provide for your children. Being passionate is loving them and being there for them emotionally, mentally, spiritually and physically the best way you know how. So don’t be hard on yourself and don’t be hard on your children, spouse and loved ones because they’re all doing their best to stay safe, sane and productive during this difficult time❤️❤️❤️
It was on a Thursday when I felt my body breaking down, so I decided to work from home instead of going into the office. I had prepared to send the kids off to school, let my husband do his own thing while I rest a little with some over the counter medication. Soon after, I got a message from my son’s teacher saying “Antoine said he isn’t feeling well, so I sent him to the school nurse.” My son ended up coming home and after his temperature said 104, I immediately took him to the doctor. Oh no, he had the flu! I kept a close eye on Antoine all night long, gave him his prescribe medicine along with a fever reducer but his fever still wouldn’t break. Friday night I ended up taking him to the emergency room, and that’s when my husband and I found out he had pneumonia as well. I went into straight, hardcore mommy mode. I wanted to make sure that my baby would be ok and recover. Antoine was out of school for over a week and I worked from home in order to care for him. I made sure that he got his medication and breathing treatments on time. In the meantime while I was caring for him, I could feel a constant inflammatory burning in my spine. I felt nauseous and and as if my body was fighting some kind of cold. I eventually went to the doctor, and he did every test that he could think of: an x-ray, blood test, flu test, urine test, checked me for meningitis and shingles. The doctor did all of this but still couldn’t find anything. He sat me down and began to question me more about when my symptoms started, then he asked me about different stressors that could’ve been affecting my body. The doctor went on to say, “Mrs. Stewart I commend you for taking good care of your son, but I believe the problems you’re feeling with your body are because you didn’t take the time to care for yourself when you first started to feel a break down. Your body is fighting to catch up and rest. You have to sleep and rest, because it looks like your body is dealing with stress and anxiety.” Wow! I hadn’t even realized that I put myself on the back burner, because my goal and focus at that time was to get my son back to health. I felt like I didn’t even have time to think about me. But mommas…when we don’t take the time to listen to our bodies, mind, emotions and whatever is out of whack then WE suffer. So I want to encourage you to see about yourself, don’t keep going when you know that you need to rest and reset first. Let other people in the household or that you trust help you in order to ease the load. Letting others help takes nothing away from you…it won’t take any of your super mom powers🤣. I commend you for all that you do for your children and for some of you your spouse too, but don’t forget about you too.
Up on hearing the news of Kobe Bryant and his daughter Gigi’s passing, I broke. The news reminded that loss is hard…it’s nothing that we can really ever prepare for, whether we know when our loved one is about to transition out of this life or not. I lie here in tears, typing this post because this has absolutely been a tough week for me. Last Thursday I learned that my sister was going to be placed back on hospice, and I got a chance to visit with her this past Friday and Saturday now that the hospice care is in effect. She was so excited to see me and my older sister. She was grateful that we came to spend time with her. Her 80 pound body weakened from cancer and not eating much was filled with so much joy from our love. She has a nurse and priest that will see her weekly…she has her morphine on deck to ease her pain. Do we know how much time she has? No. But in the mean time we want to make sure that she is comfortable. Hospice gives families a book on the stages of death…what to look for when a person is dying…how to cope…but like I said before, loss is never easy no matter the preparation before hand. On top of this our family is still grieving the unexpected death of my beloved cousin that passed away November 2019. She was young and she left two children behind. We’re that kind of family where cousins are like best friends and sisters. I still find myself waiting to see her…her death still seems so unreal. This recent week, January 22nd, was also the 4 year anniversary of my father’s death. His passing was so unexpected as well. Many times as mothers we hide our grief, our pain and our tears for the fear of upsetting our children but today I cry openly, I share my grief and I express my pain. It’s all apart of being authentic and human. Another hard thing for me this past week was work. As a wraparound facilitator for a youth’s alternative agency, I absolutely love working with my families (clients) which makes the job in itself not hard. However, when you’re working in an office environment where people fuss about nothing (being petty) it can be absolutely challenging. Yes moms…it has been a tough week and I lay it all out on the table, and I even lay it at the Master’s (God’s) feet. I want to encourage you to grieve your loss, feel your pain, cry your tears and let it all out. You don’t have to be super woman or super momma. You don’t have to pretend that you’re okay, and you don’t have to pretend that you got it all together. Even the Bible says there’s a time to weep and a time to mourn…(Ecclesiastes 3:4). It’s all apart of life’s process.
This was one of those weeks where I was sure that I was on top of it! I worked my 8 hour job Monday through Friday, Got the kids ready for school and on their buses like usual, made it to a school meeting for my daughter, managed the household as best as I could, was attentive to my husband as always, worked on my class discussions for grad school, helped my children with their daily homework, made sure that my daughter got to her Thursday dance class, made sure to talk to my mom every day (she cares for my sister with stage 4 cancer that’s now on hospice), made sure to check in with other family members, encouraged women who are apart of the “You are the Coolest MOM on the Go” social media community, pushed my mental health coaching services, stayed in contact with my assistant director about a short film series we will be filming this may, and made sure a modeling client from another business of mine was prepared for her show in New Orleans. Yes moms…I thought I was on top of everything. I made it to Friday proud of what all I had accomplished, especially with my daughter’s daily homework…making sure it was completed, and that we did every piece of homework that her teachers asked her to complete. You may be wondering and asking why was I particularly proud of this…well…it’s because my daughter is ADHD and homework has been kicking her butt, my butt and her dad’s butt. However, this was a great week for us so I thought. We had made it to Friday when I noticed on a school app called classdojo that my daughter had a point missing for not completing her homework. I was baffled! I immediately messaged one of her teachers to ask her what was that point taken away for, because I was so sure my daughter and I had completed every ounce of homework. Come to find out that there was one paper that my daughter didn’t finish in class and she was suppose to bring it home to complete, then take it back the next day. Of course my ADHD child didn’t remember this, therefore I wasn’t aware that it needed to be completed. I had a moment of feeling bad, because I was so sure that I had made it through the week being on top of it all. Isn’t it amazing moms…how we can do so much through out the week and get so much done right, but the one small thing we miss disturbs our peace just a little. Well I’m here to let you know that you are the bomb! Don’t get discouraged. Focus on the good and focus on everything you did accomplish. Be proud of yourself and don’t sweat the small stuff. You may not be a perfect mom, but you’re dang sure a passionate one and that’s why your children love you. Next week will be a new one so grab your energy pills, put on your lipstick, flip your collar and get back in the ring of life. You’re the best super mommy that your kids know!
My husband and I were sure that we had gotten to the bottom of our daughter’s inability to focus, complete tasks/classwork/homework, and perform well academically at school. We had taken her to get an assessment done with her doctor, and it was concluded that she had Attention Deficit Disorder. We were relieved to get a diagnosis, because now we were able to gather the right tools needed to patiently work with her at home. Not only that, the school was able to put modifications in place for her when it came to my daughter’s class work. For instance, one modification that was set in place was for her to receive more time during test taking and with classwork. After a month or so, my daughter’s teacher recognized that the time modification didn’t make a difference in my daughter doing better and bringing up her grades. The teacher went on to say that she noticed that my daughter had problems with the basics of addition and subtraction, and she noticed her working out problems backwards. Now being in the 3rd grade, the basics of math/addition/subtraction should’ve been something that she had already caught on to especially since they were something that she was taught in previous grades. While talking on the phone, my daughter’s teacher expressed her concern of my daughter possibly having a learning disability when it comes to math…known as math dyslexia. She agreed to put another modification in place in order to help my daughter to succeed. My husband and I were very grateful that the teacher was attentive to what was going on with our daughter, and took action by letting us know and moving forward with other modifications. We contacted our daughter’s doctor, let her know what was going on, and requested a referral be sent to a doctor that specializes in learning disabilities. The doctor sent the referral to a specialist and now we are waiting for an appointment in order to begin with an assessment. Though there seems to be one thing after another happening, we will remained encouraged. I hope and pray that you remain encouraged as well!
You know…it can be pretty hard to hear that one of your kids have a diagnosis…no matter what the diagnosis is, but when you hear that your second kid has one as well it can be a bit overwhelming! It was in pre-k, by way of her teacher, when we first learned that our daughter Ahriel had issues focusing. However, she was only 4 so ofcourse a 4 year old would have issues focusing…right? So we thought nothing of it. We kept hearing the same thing about her having issues with focusing each year from her teachers, but we hoped that she would grow out of it. We kept her active with dance and soccer, thinking that maybe she just needed more social development and that her focus would eventually kick in. Then, 3rd grade happened! We found ourselves doing countless hours of homework with Ahriel, but hardly anything would sink in or stick. She was making low grades, wasn’t completing classwork and seemed to not be able to complete a task. We thought she was just being plain old disrespectful and disobedient, and understood exactly what she was doing wrong. LOL. SMH. Every year she participated in dance, but this year we decided that she wouldn’t until she could get her grades up. As a mom, who is a wraparound facilitator, that works with children who have all sorts of diagnosis on a daily basis, something in me eventually clicked. I knew what my daughter was going through was far beyond my control and even her control, and that she needed some help. I began to research ADHD and ADD, and in my research my daughter had every symptom that lined up with ADD which is very prevalent in girls. I talked to my husband about it and we decided that a trip to our daughter’s pediatrician was the best thing for her. We talked to the doctor about our concerns and she gave us an assessment form to take home to fill out, and she also gave us assessment forms for our daughters teachers to fill out. We scored our form according to what we saw at home, and they scored their forms according to what they saw at school. After the assessment forms were completed, we were to take them back to the doctor for a diagnosis. Each of our scores were extremely close, the doctoring confirming that Ahriel has ADD. Though it was hard to hear, I felt relieved because now at least I knew…we knew how to work with her. And oh my God, patience is surely a virtue when working and communicating with a child with ADD. We immediately reached out to the principal of her school to see how we could get help for her in the school system. We met with the principal, counselor, special education specialist and behavior strategist. We all were able to pinpoint where her struggles were academically due to her ADD. Now, Ahriel will be able to receive the support she needs not only at home but at school as well. Now she can soar and succeed! I want to encourage every parent to support the wellness and growth of your kid no matter the diagnosis, and to always remember that God has a plan for them too❤
As a person of faith that’s very active in the faith based community, it is evident that prayer seems to always be THE perscription that others in that same community give to ALL problems. When the doctor gives a diagnosis to whatever illness that one may have we’re taught to not to listen to the report of the doctor, but just to pray about it (whatever a person’s IT is). However, just praying about it usually puts many “believers” in an inactive state, believing that only prayer will make everything alright. I can remember the first time that someone in my faith based community had “heard through the grapevine” that my son had been diagnosed with being on the autism spectrum. She walked up to me and said, “I heard about your son. Don’t you listen to those doctors ain’t nothing wrong with him.” She then went on to compare my son’s situation with autism to someone else’s situation that really didn’t compare at all. After she finished talking, I felt very embarrassed. Her words were as if I lacked in having faith because my husband and I chose to listen to the doctor and accept our son’s diagnosis. What she didn’t know is that we had already known something was different about our son way before there was a specific diagnosis, and just becaus we chose to listen to the doctor and accept our son’s diagnosis didn’t mean we didn’t believe that prayer could help. We just knew that we had to go beyond prayer into WORKS. We knew that not only did we have to pray daily for him, but we had to get him the treatment that he needed. Because we chose faith (prayer) and works our son is developing well! He made it through head start and pre-k with no problems, and he is currently making it through kindergarten. His teachers say that he is one of their most best behaved and smartest children. We’re told that he’s already ready for first grade and school has only been in session for 8 weeks. One of his teachers brag about how our son helps other students that are along the same lines of his diagnosis when they are having a rough day. He is encouraging and very independent. I want to encourage moms and parents all together to yes pray for your children, but also put action behind those prayers. God honors your faith and your works. Prayer yields piece and works yeild results!
It was January 22nd 2016 when my dad passed away from a horrific accident. Police reports say that he had pulled over to the side of the road to adjust something on the back of his truck, when he was suddenly hit by a teenage driver. The accident happened during the five o’ clock hour, however I didn’t get the news until after 8 pm that night that he had passed. I was two hours away, so I had to communicate with the hospital personnel by phone. I asked the nurse if I could come see him even though I was two hours away, but she said that his condition was so bad that they were about to go ahead and take him down to the hospital morgue. I was heart broken…I thought that if I could’ve at least been there then maybe I would’ve been able to pray him through…to pray him away from death. I felt guilty because he had died alone…with no family by his side. I thought that if I could’ve at least been there to tell him that I love him it would’ve made a world of difference. The week of his funeral I had lost at least ten pounds due to stress, and for months after his death I dealt with deep depression. No one ever knew that I was deeply depressed because I was high functioning. There were several days that I didn’t want to get out of bed, many days I didn’t want to leave my house and tons of days that I thought about not living. However, God had already strategically placed two angels in my life, because He knew what was ahead. My angels were my children and they were the reason that I got out of bed, faced the world and didn’t take my life. My kids saved me. I felt that my husband would be okay but my children…my children, they needed me. They relied on me. They loved me. They trusted me to be there for them, to take care of them and to protect them. My children were innocent and still growing. I realized that my absence from their young lives would be damaging to them emotionally and mentally, and their future depended on their momma being present. I knew there was no way that I should be selfish and check out on them in any form, way or fashion. Nine months after my dad’s death, I was finally able to mourn. My severe depression lasted for a year, but I’m grateful that I made it into the next years and seasons of my life better. This year and actually this month, September, my dad would’ve been 66 years old. He was a Fall baby that is gone but will never be forgotten.