Put your hands up

It was bath time last week. Who knew bathing my 6 year-old-son would provide much more perspective on the words “put your hands up.”

As he soaked in his suds, I asked him to put his hands up–and then I stopped.  Fear seeped in. The thought of him being told this reminded me of what it really meant considering current and past events.

The action of putting your hands up has much more meaning than just the words. And when it hit me, I thought about “the conversation” we’d have with both of our boys when the time called for it. All these thoughts as I gazed at the suds.

What age would it be appropriate to really explain this? And why do we have to have this conversation as black parents with our black boys? And girls? Do other races have the same conversation, deeply, like we’ll have to?

“Put your hands up ” means different things, at different times, to different people. Some of us have been clear on this for a lonnnngggg time. But now, it just so happens it’s been caught on tape. Ponder that.

This all went through my head as he looked at me with innocence and rose his hands. I imagine the same innocence the mothers of Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner, Michael Brown, Freddie Gray and all the mothers saw in their own son’s eyes when they bathed them. Innocence.

There are a lot of different points of view that have us in disarray and divided as country. Whether you have decided to kneel with Colin Kaepernick or join in another movement, “put your hands up,” remains the same but will also take on another meaning for me from this point on.

Put your hands up as a call for action; put your hands up to lift someone else in need; and finally put your hands up as you seek and pray for the answer.

While we’ll still have the conversation with our boys (and girl), I’m encouraged the same words will continue to ignite us to do something.

Put your hands up for positive change . . . because the sun always comes out after the rain.

Sun Taylor

Advertisements

Keep smelling the roses

Perfect time for this oldie but goodie.

It’s back to school time which equals crazy schedules, homework, and even more wine. As we all work around each other, remember to take time for yourself (mom and dad), slow down, and keep smelling the roses.

Enjoy!

Sun Taylor

________

It’s Thursday mid-morning, I’m chit chatting with family, relaxed, and having a nice breakfast. And then I realize I have ONE hour to get to the grocery store, run some other errands, and pick up the first born from school. Immediate head rush.

I jump up and my aunt says “slow down.” I breathe in and out and hit the door like the Dukes of Hazzard (remember Daisy Duke?)

Why are we always in a rush? I see people rushing way too much these days. We put such a high priority on being numero uno, getting things done quickly, or getting somewhere fast. Slow down please, the roses will thank you.

Case in point – I’m in the car line picking up my child and another parent rushes out of the parking lot in between me and another car. I almost lost it but remembered where I was and who was with me  – so I mumbled the four letter words under my breath.

Guess what? We ended up at the same stop sign at the exact same time. Surprise. This happens most of the time – you end up at the same place after you rudely skirted around someone or honked your horn. Slow down, the roses are waiting.

And what about this thing called “rush hour traffic.” That has got to be the biggest oxymoron on the face of the planet- sorry, I digress.

Anyway, we tend to spend our days trying to meet deadlines, beat stop signs, or make beelines. We rush through giving our kids a kiss goodbye or telling our spouses “have a good day” for no apparent reason. Again, slow down.

You never get time back with your family and friends and rarely want those special moments to go by quickly. Life is way to short to rush through it.

So. . . sloowww downnnn and SMELL THE ROSES! They’re ready.

Because the sun always comes out after the rain . . .

Sun Taylor

 

Paint Your Toenails

This past Sunday, sitting on my couch preparing for the week ahead, and the conversation goes something like this:

Husband: What’s that?
Me: My weekly planner or “Slay Your Day,” planner.
Husband: Weird look
Me: What?
Husband: So what are doing?
Me: Uhh, planning my day for tomorrow
Husband: Why?
Me: So I stay on task, investing into myself. MAYBE you should try it (side eye)
Husband: Crickets . . .

So, just know that I have a great husband who is all about his business and “slaying,” if there’s a male version of that. But every now and then,  I say things just see his reaction . . . or not . . . love you honey :o).

Now back to me. Last week I was dealing with a lot and suddenly became overwhelmed. My oldest son wasn’t using his “listening ears or walking feet” in school, I was attempting to post to social media for our business, and then felt like I could NOT get through my to-do list. And then I broke down, let it all out, and got back up again.

Being at home these days, I feel like there’s always something to be done. But have realized, I want to get everything done without truly planning it out; like helping my husband with the barber shop, getting my media and events company on the right track, while caring for my 6 month-old and thinking about my other two kids. I was all over the place and needed to get focused. Luckily, The Slay Your Day Planner for bloggers by Mattie James, or anyone for that matter, came to my rescue (shout out to the BFF. Thank you!)

We all become overwhelmed when we don’t take time to plan and take a moment for ourselves. This week I learned the importance of time blocks and being realistic with how much time something will really take me.

This week I started (and hope to keep it up):

  1. Morning: meditating for 5 minutes, praying, and reading a chapter in the bible
  2. Throughout the day: Attempting to think more positively even when things go wrong.
  3. Evening: filling out my planner for the next day with detail – even down to what I plan to wear. It saves a lot of time.

Remember to take time for yourself at least for 5 minutes everyday. STOP. BREATHE. And then paint your toenails. It takes patience and you can’t rush through it…or your toes come out looking all types of crazy and so will you.

Take your time and take time for you.

Because the sun always comes out after the rain . . .

Sun Taylor