This Thing Called Life by Ki O’Shea

Sedi absolutely loves her brother! He walks into the room and they both smile. I’ve written about this before.

Last night we went to bed at 9pm. Y’all I was exhausted! She was exhausted too! We had an early morning on Valentines Day. We had doctors appointments. This one was two hours away. Today no appointments, but class for me on campus. Tomorrow we have two therapy appointments, a virtual doctor appointment, a visit to get her Synagis shot, and a face to face with her pulmonologist.

Yesterday we stopped at chic fil a in the medical building before we got back on the road. A woman complimented her and then when she asked how old she was, she was so shocked. Sedi is tiny, but very strong and determined. It’s funny how God places things on your heart because remember a few days ago I shared my disdain for trifling, sorry baby daddies and my reasons.

She shared her story and I almost sat there and cried for her. The audacity of sorry ass men! And I as I thought and listened to this woman’s story, it’s very common. Men decide what they want to do when it comes to parenting. And while, there are many good dads, there are too many sorry ones that are so self/centered, it’s sad.

This woman shared she just got health benefits and she catches the bus to work daily. Her child’s dad has other kids, but requests her to do more than she is obligated to do. The audacity. I look at recent holidays; to include Valentine’s Day! Anthony came and loved on his sister.

Today while I went to class, he got up early to walk Spike (our dog) so he could be focused on her while I was gone. Although he is a 20 year old, single young college student, he is picking up what is not his responsibility. I apologize all of the time, but the smile they exchange with one another let’s me know truly he does not mind. He spends more than twenty minutes and six days a year with her.

He actually enjoys her and when I needed a nap yesterday prior to going to bed so early, driving four hours total, attending a two hour doctors appointment, in between teaching two back to back classes, he gave me a moment. The night before he filled my gas tank up for the trip.

I woke up refreshed this morning. Although I woke up to help him with her feeding (y’all he gets up and helps me every morning (1am), I got to sleep more than I have in awhile. My body was exhausted. My mind was exhausted.

When I pray, I pray that she and Anthony will continue to have this relationship. I pray that she will know her value and he will always remind her that she is enough and nothing was ever her fault. I pray that she knows that she is worth any persons love.

Serval days ago when we visited my dad, he kissed her and just smiled at her busy body. She has two amazing Black men who have and will sacrifice for her. Although my dad has Alzheimer’s, he remembers so much about her and told me to make sure I opened the closet so she could play with her toys I leave there for her.

There is a special place in hell for trifling baby daddy’s and those men who put moms through hell. I met a Nigerian classmate last week and her research is actually on how African men treat women… I laugh. If only she knew my story…. #HappyLoveDay