Please enjoy this conversation featuring Michelle, the therapist with myself and Dr. K. E. Garland. In this discussion, we talk about motherhood and mothering adults vs younger children.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of the mothers out there!
LadyG loves YOU!😘💋
I am the curve and he is the line.
My brother and I are different, but there is more than enough room in this world for him, me and YOU!
Here is part two of the interview with my brother Tack.
In this video, we discuss lessons from our Daddy, humor and what it was like for him to grow up with LadyG as an older sister.
This is one of my first posts on the blog and it tells the story of how fiercely protective my mother was when it came to my brother and I.
BTW, I will be featuring my brother, Tack, in an upcoming video, where we will discuss some of his favorite posts on the blog…among other things!
This dude is something else! You’re going to love him!
But for now, please enjoy this flashback…
***This post is dedicated to parents who are working tirelessly to advocate for their children’s well-being. God bless you!
When I was a kid, the month of October bore two special gifts. First, it brought much needed respite from Georgia’s 200° ‘hell hot’ summer days.
And, best of all, it brought the fair!
My friends, I can’t begin to tell you how much my baby brother and I loved going to the fair! While there, we faced down Ferris wheels, haunted houses, bumper cars, and ‘flying pirate’ ships. One of our favorite rides was the Himalayas! Baby, that thing flung us around and around, forwards and backwards! We lived for the music, flashing lights and the carny/DJ yelling “Do you want to go faster?”
Yes my dear hearts, it was ALL good in October at the fair…until it wasn’t!
You see, one time, while we were at the fair, my…
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Greetings Friends and Family!
Lady G is happily relaxing on this lovely Mother’s Day!
My children surprised me with flowers, candy and brunch!
I also got a fitbit to help me get in shape!
No doubt, I am so blessed.
I can’t help missing my own mother.
There are so many of us who know that destination all too well.
Alas…it is a place in which we cannot dwell…
Life demands that we move forward and continue to grow; being fully present for our own children and for those whom we love and who love us.
Anyway, I pray that you all are doing well and that you are celebrating the mothers in your life… or that you are celebrating your own motherhood!
I miss you guys!
Love and light to you all!
Have a magnificent day and week 🙂
Please drop by and say hello!
That plate was clean about 5 minutes after this shot was taken…hence the fitbit! LOL!!!
I thought I’d take a second to thank all of the readers who have supported “The Flowering Vine Series.”
Both Ron and I really appreciate your kind comments about our family.
I inserted this picture of our Grandparents, Leroy (Daddy) and Annie (Mother) so that you can see them as they were in later years.
This picture was taken ONE MONTH prior to our Grandfather’s death.
Here’s the story behind the photo.
Basically, my son had just been born a few months prior and something urged me to go visit my Grandparents and take pictures.
While I can’t say that I had a premonition, I can say that I clearly remember my Grandfather saying to me, as he struggled with his cane to rise from his seat, “Whew Bay, Granddaddy can’t haaaardly get around no more.”
His rich baritone voice wrapped itself so closely around my heart and I tearfully responded, “I know Granddaddy….I know.”
The next month, he was gone.
Friends, I can’t tell you how much we all miss him. He was one of the kindest people I have EVER known and he sincerely loved us all so much.
I distinctly remember how he would wait until EVERYBODY, including all of his children, their spouses and his grandchildren had eaten before he would eat.
He’d say, “Did everybody eat? Did everybody have enough?”
Then, he’d pile the leftovers along with some home grown tomatoes and peppers into his favorite bowl.
Boy let me tell you! That bowl of food looked so GOOOOOD!
God knows they don’t make them like our Granddaddy anymore.
Frankly, there is so much more that can be said about both of our Grandparents, and, as long as you’re interested, we hope to continue sharing those stories here.
Anyway, below is a family tree that includes some of the people that you all have come to know and love.
Because our story includes so much information about our biracial heritage, I decided to include a bit of a descriptor under each person’s name.
Note: The term “mixed race” applies where there is some interracial heritage but the specifics are unknown. “Recent mixed race” indicates that this person had at least one confirmed white parent.
On a related note, both Ron and I would like to offer a special thanks to two Caucasian cousins who were kind enough to share DNA and Family records in order to help us to confirm information on our Grandfather’s side. Had they not been willing to step forward a few more of these boxes would have been marked “unknown.”
Also, a BIG thanks to Ron’s Mom (Jet) and my Dad (Jim) for sharing their memories.
Now, let me stop rambling!
Here’s the Tree!
This is a true story.
Allow me to present you with a knock-off mini “radio show” re-enactment of an event that took place at Wendy’s in Eufaula, Alabama—Summer of 1987.
The major players were:
- Grandma, aka Mother
- Me, aka Lady G
- Poor random guy at the drive-thru window
The whole thing was poorly written, poorly voiced and produced on the fly by Lady G.
Mother and The Wendy’s Drive-thru Sign: Run time: 1:48 (Not even two minutes)
Dear Gwin or LadyG or whoever you call yourself when you write,
This is Mother, and I just want to let you know that I’ve been reading those blots that you and Ronnie have and I enjoy them very well.
I’ve also been looking around at other blots and I’ve found people talking about all kinds of things.
So, with that in mind, I thought I might try writing a blot about how to keep yourself up after you turn 80.
I am hoping that your readers will appreciate this advice as it will stand the test of time.
I keep my meals pretty simple. You know the doctor said I was borderline diabetic so I have to watch my sugar. That being the case, I usually eat 2 small cookies with my lunch and my dinner.
Listen now, don’t ever eat sweets between meals ’cause it won’t balance out–your sugar will go too high. You always need something with it to keep it from shooting up.
Oh and I don’t drink full sugar drinks, I like diet Pepsi with my meals.
Always, always, always make sure your pants and skirts have elastic in the waist so you can be comfortable wherever you go.
A good pair of ear-bobs will help you to look nice and neat.
I bathe with Ivory soap and I always put Oil of Olay on my face; it keeps my skin from wrinkling.
If I’m going out, I use some scissors to cut off any stray hairs that crop up on my chin.
Since my hair started turning gray, I’ve been using V05 hair cream to keep it from going yellow.
Gwin, ain’t nothing worse than a head full of gray hair with a yellow cast to it.
Also make sure you use a good sponge roller for your bangs.
Well, that’s it for now.
I hope that some of your readers will find these tips useful. I’ll go down in the comment section for a little while to answer questions. Tell your readers to begin their comments with “Dear Mother” if they want to talk to me about my blot.
Otherwise, they can talk to you.
***Any information contained in this post is for entertainment purposes only. It is not intended to be used as, usurp or supplement professional medical advice. Please consult your physician before changing your diet or exercise routine.
These tips are from a CENTENARIAN…..so there’s that. By the way, she was 82 years old in the picture above. Sadly, she passed away a few years ago 🌹
Every time I see folks taking care of their grandchildren, I always make it a point to say to them, “Thank God for Grandparents!”
No doubt, Grandparents can be a child’s guardian angel materialized on Earth.
Trust me when I tell you that I enjoyed interacting with my own Grandparents–when they were alive–and I’ve enjoyed watching my children do the same with my parents.
Grandchildren: Always be a blessing to your Grandparents, just as they are or were to you!
Ah, but wait, I can hear somebody in the ethers hollering, “But Lady G, I’ve never had a relationship with my Grandparents.”
To that, I say…
Seek the Sages!
Sages are easy to find–if you’re willing to look around you.
Sometimes they are sitting next to you on the bus.
Other times, they are standing next to you at the library.
Or in the line at the coffee shop.
Interactions with Sages need not be unnecessarily long.
Sometimes, Sages offer a quick word of advice or wisdom that can take you ten steps further down the road.
Sadly, many Sages are slipping away in:
Find the Sages I say! Talk to them! Learn their stories! Take pictures of them! Bestow them with accolades!
(It should go without saying that this advice also applies to Grandparents.)
Treasure them…they deserve it!
For tomorrow you will look and they’ll be gone.
Finally, let us not forget…
For the purposes of this post, Ancestors are defined as all of the Grandparents, and Sages who have ‘shuffled off this mortal coil’…having ascended to higher realms.
Remember and honor them!
They are watching!
Make them proud!
Love and light to you all!
Lady G 😘💋
Dedicated to My Grandparents:
Leroy and Annie Maude
And to my Parents, Sages and Ancestors!
My 22 year-old son and I are very close.
We always have been.
From the moment he was born, he and I were inseparable.
I can remember turning down plenty of opportunities to go hang out with friends; opting instead to stay home with my baby boy.
People would say, “I know the perfect babysitter.”
To which I would respond with something along the lines of, “Well, I don’t know that person and neither does my son…so there’s that.”
Sounds harsh doesn’t it?
Anyway, suffice it to say, whenever my son (or my daughter) would ask to do things that were borderline ‘iffy,’ I’d think long and hard before deciding whether or not I would allow them to partake.
And, whenever I decided NOT to allow them to do something, I would explain, sometimes ad nauseum, why I came to the conclusion that I did.
Then I would punctuate that explanation with the following statement, “Baby, you are extremely valuable and you cannot be replaced.”
That said, Mama watched them babies like the proverbial HAWK!
My son graduated high school and went away to college.
At that point, all bets were off!
He was his own man and I had no control over his choices.
My only saving grace was the fact that I still had influence.
Luckily, my son and I had always been able to talk about ANYTHING…and I mean anything.
He valued my opinion and often sought and listened to my advice.
He sought and listened to my advice…
Until he didn’t.
And that’s when I had to come to terms with the fact that this dude was now an adult who was more than capable of making his own decisions.
In short, I needed to fall back!
So nowadays, when he tells me that he’s leaving to go on a tour of the Moon and Mars, I just have to say a quiet prayer, be still, and know that God is watching over him wherever he goes.
Having said all of that, I recently told my son, “Listen to Mama…but just not too much.”
Friends, I said that because I want him to benefit from my wisdom and experience but not be paralyzed by my fears.
He got my point.
I hope you do too.
But just in case you didn’t…
Remember, whether you are seeking advice from Mama, Daddy, or whomever, use your own discernment.
Take what’s useful and kindly leave what’s not!
***Said the woman who has been white-knuckling her way through motherhood!
Love and light to you!
PS: This is dedicated to my children, R and J, and for ALL of my “babies” in the blogosphere!
You guys know who you are 🙂
This is also for every parent and child, no matter where you are in the process 🙂
Hello Friends and Family:
The following is based on past conversations that I had with our family’s Matriarch, “Mother.”
Mother, who passed away a little more than four years ago, was a very intelligent and educated woman who had some definite opinions.
You’ll learn more about Mother as the series unfolds.
You may not believe this but a long time ago a fortune teller told me I was gonna marry a White man.
She shole did!
Back then, I didn’t think too much about it.
At least not until I met my husband.
Baby, when I first saw him, that woman’s words came back and hit me like a ton of bricks!
Now, I know you haven’t met him but my husband looks like a White man.
I say that because his Mother’s parents were both mulattoes and his Daddy was fully White.
And, because of that, everybody in his family looks White!
I guess that’s why the fortune teller said what she said.
As for me, they say my people are part Indian.
Now I don’t know if that’s true.
All I know is that we have high cheekbones, reddish skin and thick hair so I can see why folks would say that.
But you know what?
Sometimes, I just sit back and laugh to myself because White folks around here don’t make no distinction about what color Negroes are.
They don’t really care about no dark skin-light skin.
To them, if you got one drop of Negro blood, you a Negro.
And that’s just all there is to it.
But it’s not as simple as it sounds.
It’s really very complicated.
Let me explain.
You see, my husband and I had 6 children.
Our first baby died.
Folks said she was too pretty to live.
But that didn’t make it no easier on us.
Anyway, we have three girls and two boys– and baby them children caught hell because of their looks.
Ooh Lord, you oughta heard the names people called ‘em!
Oh and I’m talking about grown folks too!
Them grown folks talked bad about my children just as much as other children did.
Chile, they said all kind of stuff:
“They think they better!”
“Them red niggas!”
“Them high yella niggas”
Umph…it makes me sick just thinking about it.
And what makes it so bad is that sometimes the Negroes was worse than the White folks.
Baby, my children heard it all!
I can’t tell you how many times they came home crying because somebody was picking on them about their hair or their skin color or their “White” Daddy.
They couldn’t help how they looked!
I can’t talk about it no more!
Let’s change the subject before I get too upset.
Anyway, I heard that my children and their children are working on a project about the family and I plan on helping them in any way I can so you might see me pop up every now and then.
I ‘spect, they’ll be going back through time to tell you a little bit more than I did.
Til next time, y’all take care.