There is a difference between grown woman and grown ass woman. Just ask the Urban Dictionary. What was I looking up when I bumped into these? I had a moment of reckoning this past weekend. I looked back at some stuff I have done and a small voice within me told me ‘A grown woman wouldn’t do that!’ So I went to Google(what would we do without Google?) and typed ‘grown woman’. And I had a light moment reading the definitions from the Urban dictionary. Later I sat down with a friend and told them about my moment of reckoning and they said. “You are a grown woman. You know what you want to do. Do it!” Then I felt liberated and at peace and I was able to focus on more urgent matters at hand like the Safari ants in my kitchen…Pray, how did so many Safari ants find their way to my kitchen?!
A gem from my past
I was going though my stuff and I found a note book I used to scribble on five years ago. I came across this quote. “Acceptance is given. It is not earned. There is nothing in your power that you can do to make someone accept you.” That must have been Pastor’s wife Adah Adoyo. How true! She must have been talking about a mother-in-law/daughter-in-law relationship…I took a moment to thank God that I have the best mother-in-law in the world. And that, I do not take for granted.
I am speaking at an event later this week. I have been thinking about it a lot. I remembered a tip I once heard on public speaking ” If you ever get nervous speaking to a crowd, picture the audience in their underwear.” How that works is that you will not feel so intimidated by them plus the thought will make you smile and smiling calms nerves. Of course there is an exception. When I shared this on Twitter, one Magaribina reckoned that this tip might be disastrous if applied when speaking to a family gathering. Well, I couldn’t agree more.
It would be a SIN not to mention valentines today! It is St. Valentines Day! Valentines day 2003 was the first day we went on a ‘date’ with hubby. We were college kids then and we had been friends for a few months. He bought me a rose and had a classmate bring it to me in class. Later he told me he wanted me to have the agony of carrying it around the whole day. That afternoon we went to a place in campus I had never been to before. There was this building that was still under construction but it was like it’s construction had been kept on hold or something (so there were no falling objects!). We sat at the top most part of that incomplete building and just talked and talked. Looking back, sitting on that building that day is like a metaphor of what we were doing then. We were building something too. Something beautiful. A strong friendship that has kept us going through the years. A love that has grown in leaps and bounds.
So, this evening I will ask him ” Honey do you remember our first date?” If he doesn’t, I’ll see whether to put my grown woman status on hold and sulk for the rest of the week !