My Brother’s Keeper

With this new lifestyle of motherhood and SAHM, I get to witness and experience my children grow up. As I struggle to find out what to talk about and praying to God to help me figure out a topic to write earlier in the day. My mind kept bouncing from my learning pains of my hair to Kevin’s new interest, I couldn’t quite find the words to say. However, as I look over from my couch to seeing Bassie crawling to his big brother Kevin as he finishes his potatoes from dinner. I remember what I have witnessed this week between the 2 brothers.

Bassie is now 9 month’s old and has perfected his crawl, he can now reach up and sit on his knees, smiling and laughing as he tries to get his brother’s attention. He reaches for his brother’s plate, bowls, and cups (had a few spills lately) all in an attempt to share in the fun. Now that Bassie is quickly catching up to his brother and is more interactive, the relationship between his brother changed. Kevin is more careful and loving of his brother.

I love to see the interaction and the relationship growing. Just 2 days ago, I witnessed Kevin giving Bassie a hug and staying I love you Bassie and gave him a kiss on the head. His brother smiling and laughing and sharing in the embrace. This touched my heart and I felt that my words to Kevin a few days ago has resignated with him. During a visit to my mother-in-law’s, she told me that I need to teach and remind my sons that “they need to stick together, love each other, and take care of each other because when Mommy and Daddy aren’t around, they only got each other”. I firmly told Kevin the same thing and I saw that Kevin’s relationship had changed. We still have work to do on the sharing part but i’ll come along.

I get more excited when I see the relationship forming between my sons. Every morning, Bassie crawls to Kevin’s bedside and tries to wake him up with his pats and calls. Kevin will share in a laugh with Bassie. When I look at Bassie’s eyes as he looks at his brother, I see so much love and admiration. I love this time and it’s only going to get better from here.

#ShortHairDontCare Big Chop and Now Rocking a TWA

Its been a while since I last posted but being super busy with family and life, I wasn’t able to write. On August 27th, my 3 year anniversary with my beloved husband, Kevin; I had decided to cut my hair! I was so ready to cut my hair and for the past few months I really wanted to change my hair but didn’t know what to do. I really wanted locs but my husband and family highly recommended that I don’t. (I really wanted locs) I wanted to dye my hair but didn’t have the money to get it done and I don’t want to do it myself, especially when I don’t know what I’m doing. 

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I Knew I Need a Change…..But What?

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So for the past year, I’ve been experimenting with natural hair styles. Watching countless YouTube channels, I learned how to do a Twist-Out….but it didn’t come out exactly the way I wanted it be; or at least not how the girls in the videos. So my twist-out became Braid-Outs and I loved it. I did the best that I could, with the aid of some pipe cleaners to get that curly look. I needed the pipe cleaners since I had gotten my hair straightened for so long, my hair was trained to be straight; thus, resulting in heat damage.

Ultimately, I got bored of the Braid-Outs that I wanted to attempt a new style. I tried to do a Wash-n-Go with Jane Carter’s Curl Defining Cream and applied the product as instructed but after 3 hours later my hair was a shriveled and stringy mess. It was a Hot Mess. It had my new natural hair growth shrunk down with pieces of straight hair. As I looked in the mirror, I said to myself, “There is beauty underneath this!” From then after washing my hair again to start over, I got the idea to cut it off…cut it all off.

Big Chop and the Birth of the TWA!

On my anniversary, yes my anniversary, I took out my scissors and became cutting and chopping away. I loved it. I felt anew and so liberated. It was a freeing experience. For someone who had long hair all throughout her life, I was able to see me and meet Victoria Mack for the first time and rocking a Teeny Weeny Afro (TWA). I noticed my face and realized I needed to change myself to become healthier. I had gained weight from my two boys, haven’t been very active, and just wasn’t eating healthy. But that’s another subject. 20140827_144723

So the TWA is born and I love it. I feel so Afrocentric, funky, and confident; a confidence that I was ready to embrace and a sense of happiness. I love my TWA because it’s mine. It’s my natural hair in its true natural state. Although I’ve been natural most of my life, I couldn’t help but fall in love with my natural curls, kinks, and waves. I play with my hair all the time and I look forward to learning my hair and nurturing it back to its original length and beyond. 

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The hubby, hates it…absolutely hates my hair being short. He’s supportive but he cares about how long will it take and what I need to do to get back to being long and straight. It hurt but after a few days…he got over it. He still doesn’t care for it but the worst that could happen is if it falls out. 

Start to My Natural Hair Journey….

Since this is becoming more a mommy/life blog other than solely real estate, I’m sharing my experience. I look forward to sharing this experience through blogging and vlogging! Watch my channel here.

Don’t Stop Dreaming

Ever since I was young, I always wanted to be a lawyer. The first time I learned about lawyers, was when I was around 7 and I had spoke to my grandmother in Trinidad (my first conversation with her). She told me that I was going to be either a doctor or a lawyer. I knew that I did not want to be a doctor; so I asked my mother what is a lawyer. She told me that they argue and defend clients in court. I loved to argue, so I decided that I would be a lawyer…just that simple. Throughout my school years, I did papers based on the justice system, especially why we should not have capital punishment in our country. I figured that I would become a criminal prosecutor; just like Jack McCoy from Law and Order.

I eventually abandoned my dream of lawyerhood when I dated my first boyfriend. He told me that lawyers lie and that I was going to be a liar. So because I was young and dumb, and thought I would spend the rest of my life with him, I believed him. (I was 12 at the time). When I went to college, I didn’t know what I wanted to be; so I bounced around different majors and eventually graduated with a BS in Management. So it wasn’t until my first summer after graduation, working at McDonald’s that I felt empty and stuck.

Having a conversation with a former colleague, about our goals, post Micky D’s. He asked me what did I always wanted to be; I said a lawyer, so he said go be one. At the time, I didn’t want to go back go school, so I figured, why not be a paralegal (I may not be the star but I can be the support behind it). Got my certificate and got a job at a firm in Philadelphia. At the time, I was a newly wed with my newborn, Kevin (born 2 months early). I loved the job and with the support of my attorney employer, studied for the LSAT with the intention of going to law school.

Unfortunately, life had gotten to me. I worked at the firm for about 1 year and 9 months, until I was terminated on May 27, 2013; at the time I was 3 months pregnant with my 2nd son, Sebastian and was unable to look for work until the following year. Never got fired or was asked to leave a job, the event really rocked my world (in a bad way). During my unemployment, I got my Real Estate license and decided to go into real estate. I figured that I’ll revisit law school when I have some money to do it debt free.

So it’s been about a year since my termination, and after many prayers and dealing with postpartum from my 2nd son, I got the burning desire to go to law school. I asked God, “what is it that you want me to do?!” And I heard in my spirit, “Go to Law School.” And since then, I am confronted with the discussion of law school, lawyer, or a legal subject. It was crazy because I really did not want to go nor did I see if I had the time. I had just gotten my real estate license, invested the time, energy, and money into my new business. However, I feel as if God really wanted me to go to law school, and he was pushing me into that direction. So I am going to leap out on faith and press on. If God really wants me to do this…He Will Provide.

The purpose of this post is for anyone who is thinking of law school after family. I felt that I missed the traditional timeline of going straight through and waited until I was after school to start my family. That is not the case. There are not too many blogs with women who have families go into law school. Don’t get it twisted, its been done and will always be done. It is possible to go to law school with families. I know the road would not be easy but I am going to do it. I started this blog for myself and to document my journey. I am still working out the kinks of my daily schedule. I am building a business as well as building the foundation for my family. Although I am busy with my family, I will never let my dream die!

From Single to… Married with Children

Although I’ve technically stayed at home (SAT) since May 2013; I’m claiming to be officially SAT as of July 2014. I am embracing my new lifestyle. I have switched from my designer Coach bag to a cute and stylish slingbag. The change was more than just getting a new bag, it was a realization that I am changing. Things (materialistic) that had meant a lot to me 3 years ago, before I had children, doesn’t mean anything anymore.

Before I was always chasing the latest fashion trends, had no problem dropping $200+ on a new bag or shoes. Going out with friends and dates with my now husband. Watching a lot of reality TV; wanting to be like the women on TV. Well…I still do; they are now my guilty pleasure. LOL. Now, I could care less. I am lucky to get a nice dinner with my husband. Sure its nice to have money, and I do aspire to be financially free and responsible. Yet, it is true that money does not buy happiness.

I enjoy saving my family money by clipping coupons and cooking at home. Today, I was scoping out a CrockPot to buy so I can explore slow cooking and we could enjoy. As well as looking at YouTube, looking and learning how to style my hair for a more natural look. Yeah I miss the days of not having children and all I had to worry about is myself. But I couldn’t image my life without my family. I take great pride in raising and building my family.

My actions of learning how to be a more responsible citizen of society and going back to simplicity, are helping me train and teach my boys as to how to live. Life and events changes you. For me, it was having children and marriage.

Mondays and Thursdays are my Saturday and Sunday

This weekend has been very busy. Starting with Friday, I was working late at my church for the upcoming weekend; Saturday, was a funeral as well as taking my mother shopping; and a jammed packed Sunday with services starting at 6:45 am – 5 pm; plus my youngest, Sebastian was getting Christened. As I was preparing for my weekend, I couldn’t help but secretly waiting for Monday.

I know that everyone HATES Mondays, but I look forward to Mondays. Why? Cuz its the day that I can chill at home, and catch up on some housework. While the Hubby is at work, I can do my wifely/homemaker duties that I enjoy doing, such as cooking. I enjoy cooking for my family, especially my husband. For he is the only one that enjoys my cooking out of the 4 of us. With a baby and a picky toddler, you can’t really count them to eat my meals. 

In my life, Saturdays and Sundays are more like working days. On Saturday, I spend the day with my mother by taking her shopping and Sunday is church. It took a while to get adjusted to it since I was working to get my real estate business off the ground. It felt like I was working 3 months straight with no break in-between and believe me, my home suffered. It was really hard to keep up when you have 2 kids and a husband. Struggling to find the correct balance, I kept working and ignored my home and myself. While I may not have a typical Saturday and Sunday, I have my Mondays and Thursdays to have my relaxation. I feel like I have the most control over my home and family when I can take at least a day to relax. So I cherish my free days. 

I’m embracing my stay at home mommy status and this new chapter of my life. I can watch my kids grow and be the best mom and wife that I can be. 

Kevin: The Threenager

On Monday, our family celebrated our eldest son, Kevin’s birthday! He is now 3. Time really went by fast, but the crazy thing is that when he was 2, it felt like it was going to go on forever and that he was never going to turn 3. Kevin is a normal boy, he’s into Calliou, cars and trucks, getting into the dirt at the playground, and now his interests are in super heroes. Ahh, such fun. His personality really shows through. I saw on instragram a few months ago about the term “Threenager”. I had to laugh since this fits his personality perfectly. Long is the days of when my son was a baby, it can be a joy and sorrow to see my son’s growing independence. Sometimes I wish that he would revert back to that cute little baby that I could hold and sometimes I wish he would just play with his toys and not crawl on me every time I’m on my computer or on my phone.

He runs away from me, climbs on me, pushes, doesn’t listen to me, and the list can go on and on. I remember showing a house at a foreclosed property. And foreclosed properties are not pretty on the inside and sometimes a hazard walking in. As I was talking to a potential client, my son could not help but want to touch everything in the house, running up and down the stairs. I love my son but I don’t want him to get his clothes dirty and touching everything in the house. Thank God he didn’t have a tantrum but every time I would hold his hand, he would try and pry his hands from me.

Most and if not everyone enjoys Kevin when he’s around. When I’m showing a house to a family that has a kid around his age, he helps by keeping them occupied. He reminds me everyday that we can still discover things in our world and to enjoy life. Kevin was not a “terrible” two, but he was a “terrific” two; and he had his moments of terror but he is a great boy with a big heart.

Kevin is a big part of our brand. He, Bassie, and I are The Mack Group and if you see me, you will more than likely see them. Kevin with a big smile and Bassie in his stroller.

 

Back and Changing Perspective

So, I’m going to get personal. I know that it has been a while since my last post. Being a new agent, I had my 1st closing in June and took a mental vacation from real estate in July. Since my last post, I have gotten really busy with life; between handling my two beautiful and delightful boys and being a wife to my husband, it grew to be really overwhelming to upkeep the duties of becoming a successful agent. Trying to take advantage of the education opportunities at my brokerage, I was only able to afford to go twice a week to the office. I was seeing agents moving forward, while I felt that I was constantly behind. I started to dislike the business and often blamed my kids for getting in the way of trying to make a decent living and being successful. While Keller Williams, is an awesome brokerage to start out in the business in and I loved the environment, the people, the culture, education, basically everything about it; I had to come to the hard decision to leave the brokerage. 

So how did this all happen? Well…I got burnt out. Being a mom to a 2 year old (3 years now) and a infant and had to cut babysitting down from 2 days a week to as needed. I had to become a full-time stay at home mom. I felt like a failure that I could not start a business and that there was something wrong with me. I pride myself of being independent and whatever I set my mind to, I make it happen. It was never in my plans to be a stay at home mom, however that is what happened; it is what it is. So with the amount of stuff on my plate, I got really depressed about my situation and life in general. I felt stuck that I could not get out of the rat race. Obviously, there is more to the story that I do not wish to share right now, but things had gotten too much to bear.

During my break, I starting taking inventory. I had decided to give up real estate while my kids are young and go back to it in 3-5 years when the boys are in school. I was ready to put my license in escrow, pay whatever monies I owned, and been a full-time stay at home mom. I was comfortable with it so instead of moving too fast in this decision, I gave it a month. I didn’t necessarily pray on it but I put it on the back burner. 

After speaking to a friend, she didn’t want me to give up. So she gave me some ideas to start my business up. She told me that I didn’t fail because I’ve only been in the business for about 7 months. Suggesting that I become a full time mommy and part-time agent, would best fit my situation. So I thought about it for a few more weeks and I felt like I was ready to try again…but I had to change my brokerage. 

I interviewed at a brokerage that would fit my status of a part-time agent since economically I could not keep up with the ongoing dues to be an agent at my brokerage. As heartbreaking it was, I ultimately sent my application to the Real Estate Commission and moved on. 

You might be thinking, “What’s the Point?!” The point is…that I am still in real estate only as a Professional Mommy. I am a full time mom and a part time agent. So this blog is changing to a more personal tone instead of a more formal real estate blog that you hear the same stuff over and over again that was more than likely copied and pasted from another site. LOL.

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