Hey! I missed you!

Oh sweet blog!I have dissed you a long one.I know.I am very sorry.Here I am now.Ready to love on you and do you the justice that is the written word.As a manner of courtesy I will explain why I have been away so long.

One..I have been going through transition after transition at my work place therefore my mind has been abit occupado.
Second..I've been going through a series of emotional instability here and there..I'll whisper to you the details of that some day but not today.But in essence my emotional being affects my state of mind.They are connected..plus I'm a woman!Instability in one therefore equals instability in the other..and the vice that is the versa.
So there you have it...my two reasons.I hope you understand.I really really really hope you do.

Babyboy went to visit his paternal grandfolks for the week.Oh the horror of going home to no child.The damn damn horror.It's like getting home to a vacuum.Damnit you can't even breathe at some point.The silence can be deafening.And the only noises that attempt to keep your ears preoccupied are those of banging doors,the random cats huko nje,plus the mosquitoes in my room.Curse those things by the way.I need a permanent solution for those.Anyone?
You get so used to something or someone that when they're not there life kinda stops making sense..kinda.I was just wondering the other day what my life would have been like if I didn't have the younging.I think it would have been a different story altogether.I'd be walking towards a different destiny.

So much for that....

Kids can be real tricksters.

My son is not a large eater, not to say his appetite is bad.He's just not one of those kids who have to have their t-shirts removed because they have eaten so much they are sweating.He's an average feeder.
The other day, we were having dinner in the kitchen area.Just he and I.I was seated on the table(bad table manners..tight pun ey?) and he on a chair.I had a complete aerial view of him while he...what's that view you have when you're down and looking up?Haha!I love the written word...I can literally write anything and no one will do nothing about it!Back to the view..he had that view of me.And we was telling me stories.I can't even remember what he was saying to  me but I promise you I was hypnotized.I was so deep in it..high fiving him at some point even,I had totally forgotten why we were seated there in the first place.Point is to have him eat without watching television.Then it suddenlly hit me...his food wasn't moving from his plate.Young man had just played me a good one.Telling me stories hapa so that I don't monitor the rate at which he was chewing and swallowing.That's the part your face turns into a stern look." Wewe hukuli, Jeff!...Uma chakula" and he pouts..that pout that says " Oh bummer she got me!"

How do we move from a place where we are no longer forced to eat but actually look for food ourselves and gobble it up especially when we're hungry?What is that shift from being monitored to monitoring oneself?
It's called growing up.Maturity.A natural process.

I was thinking the other day about my childhood.How powerful a part one's surroundings and friends can play in the process of maturity and growth.
I remember a group of girls I knew who used to make fun of my legs..ehem.They used to say that since I don't have mazgembe I didn't have nice legs.And I believed them.I.M.A.G.I.N.E! So I'd do mazgwembe acquirng exercises.You know tryna squeeze them into formation.My goodness.The naivety of a child can really make or break them.Anyway I'm grateful for the strong personality God has blessed me with,I don't stay down too long..and today I'm a mature woman, who loves and flaunts her legs.Got them from my mama..hope my daughter gets them!
The same girls at some point started a trend,that oiling one's skin was too girlish.So they'd go weeks mpararo style and boy didn't we follow that trend.The aftermath,pale looking little girls.That was definitely not a plan.

I could tell many more stories and give my experiences as I moved from childhood to being a grownup but I'd need a full day to try and recollect and type them up.Maybe a week.
Point is..growing up is a sensitive matter.As one gets to discover their personalities,their faults and strengths..all this can be affected by lots of things.
I can only pray that this young man will grow to discover himself to the deepest of depths,to understand and accept his capabilities and incapabilities.That he will grow mature enough to be on his own,independent and strong of character.That is my prayer!