It’s my Little Man’s birthday today and he is turning 2years-old!!!!!!!!!! So exciting to know that i am the mother of an official toddler and i couldn’t be happier.
Motherhood continues to be one of those tasks that is forever changing who i am as an individual and i couldn’t be more proud to be Baby Pancakes’ mother.
He is growing up to be a smart, handsome, thoughtful, independent thinker, social, athletic and all around awesome little man. He likes to explore. He is fearless and adventurous. He is funny and likes to laugh and make others laugh. He is actually a witty toddler at two years-old. He is always smiling and talking. He is opinionated and strong-willed. He is a boy through and through and will tackle you down during a football game.
He is a little genius…he knows all his alphabets and some of them he can say phonetically. He knows how to count from 1-5 by himself and 6-10 with assistance. He knows all his shapes. He can point to California, Alaska, Arizona, New Mexico and knows how to say “Texas”, his favorite state so far. He loves to read and learn.
He loves watching Curious George, Super Why, Daniel Tiger, Sesame Street, anything Elmo related and Barney. He loves to sing and dance and his favorite song is “Happy” by Pharrell and “Itsy Bitsy Spider”, “Elmo’s Song”, “C is for Cookie” and “ABC”. He will get you to sing these songs over and over again. And he can actually hum “twinkle twinkle little star”.
He loves playing sports…baseball (he can strike a ball); he loves football (he tackles me sometimes and i am done after a few times because she is so strong); he likes to play golf and basketball. He is never without a ball. For a two year-old, he is very coordinated, strong and athletic. He copies his daddy when he is working out…cutest thing ever.
Did i mention…i think my son is awesome…all around!!
My husband and i ask ourselves, how we got so lucky to have this little person in our lives because now we couldn’t imagine our lives without him. Our lives are so much enriched because of his presence and being on this Earth.
There will be no big parties this year…but there will be cake and we are returning to Sesame Place again this weekend so that he can enjoy his Elmo themed celebration (he is getting an Elmo cake this weekend). Every day is a party around our parts anyway.
To Baby Pancakes…wishing you a wonderful birthday and enjoy this day and every single day. We love you to the moon and back a million times!!!
So as a mother of a toddler whose hair is “wild” per Society standards, i needed to write this post to defend Blue Ivy and her lovely locks. Her hair is beautiful regardless of what others may say (ie: Karruche Tran and countless others–have several several seats). It’s bullying when you say negative things about people. It’s even more offensive when you say mean things about young innocent children.
Now i know why Sesame Street had one of their characters singing about “loving my hair” because others/Society will always make you feel less than…especially if you do not conform to the “standards of society.” Our children have to go through enough and as a parent of a black child, there are enough societal pressures that i have to ward my child against that i don’t want the focus of my child’s hair being one more thing.
I know how it is to chase my almost two year old around the house just to comb his hair. When he was a baby, it was easy because his curls were much more softer but as he has gotten older, his hair is full and in it’s natural curled up state so putting products in and combing through it has become extremely difficult. And realistically speaking, what average two year-old will sit down calmly to get his hair oiled and combed? I don’t know many of those toddlers.
Getting his hair washed is struggle enough. Oiling his hair is a challenge. Putting a comb through his hair is a battle/world war 3 every single time. Therefore, most times, i wash, oil and finger comb as we go through our day. He is less frustrated and i am less frustrated because i am not chasing him all over the place. And i mean, he is sprinting and i am trying to grab. It’s a terrible struggle for both of us. Also, some children just have tender scalps and putting a comb through is down right painful and cruel. No one likes to see their child cry for something we have control over.
My son’s hair will never be silky smooth because IT’S NOT MEANT TO BE. His hair is in it’s natural state of tight and full curls. He is a child. He is a boy. His hair doesn’t define him but it’s a part of who he is. I am not going to cut his hair because Society says little black boys shouldn’t have a head full of hair. Or that braiding or combing your child’s hair means your child is “well groomed” and “taken care of”.
Like my son, Blue Ivy is well taken care of. They both have the best of everything (according to their parent’s means of course); they are happy children who are smart and social and love to dance and sing. Their hair does not make them who they are. It’s an extension of who they are.
Please leave Blue Ivy and her parents alone. She is beautiful, whether her hair is combed or not. Whether it’s braided or pulled up. Maybe…like me, her parents like the way her hair is…in it’s natural state.
As a society, we need to allow people to live their lives especially if it’s not a hindrance or danger to themselves or others. If you don’t like the way someone’s hair is (Karrueche Tran and others—get a life and several seats), then don’t look at them. Turn and look away. Additionally, her parents are photographed at all time and hours of the day and night…going from one location to the next…if we followed most people around all day…we would see plenty of people’s hair/face a hot mess.
Anyway…it just saddens me when i hear grown ass people making fun of innocent children.
Blue Ivy…you are beautiful exactly the way you are!!
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