Friday, May 4, 2012

Hanging with my Baby Part 2

The road we took through Sav La Mar, though the quickest is not the easiest road. Pot holes add to this rain first a trickle, next a down pour. Everyone knows i love the rain, especially in Jamaica, but today I could have done with out it. Not only did it make me fearful it gave me a headache. I know be careful what you wish for, but I did not wish for it to never come, just slack off a little so that we would not end up in a ditch or an orange field turned upside down.

Actually though, this is a beautiful route, you go through the hills, orange fields, neighborhoods,much more Local oriented. Children on the way from school, parents on the way to and from work. This route also happens to be the old route people traveled to come to Negril, before the more (to them) scenic Seaveiw road was built. In the days of old, Negril was a sleepy  Fisherman's town, but once the Flower people discovered it it became what it is known as today, a tourist town where anything goes. laid back, 7 miles of beach and scantily clad girls on the beach.

Hanging with my Baby

I hear lots of folk talk about the fact that they are not their children's friend. To each his own. As young children I always tried to convey to my two, that if ever there was a need, a stress, a threat, a revelation, a fear, a happy, estatic, a question, an answer, that I hoped they would always feel comfortable to bring it to me. I never wanted them to fear talking to me about anything, or if not me to each other, or someone they could trust.
This has resulted in us having discussions about everything, from, school, friends, first love, sex, just so many Whys about life, never flinching , never judging, never pouncing into anger and admonishing them for having the trust to share with me some, of thier inner thoughts and feelings.
Disclaimer: Now, mind you, I never did these things in front of them, but once they were out of ear shot I might let out a blood curdling scream of anxiety and then go and take care of the issue or digest this new information.
My Mama was this way, so I had a good teacher, however there have been things that now as adults they will share, that make me look at them with a question, sometimes shock.
But.... with them as well as my Grandson, the lines of communication have always been open. With life being as it is, everyone should have that someone they can trust to do what is needed in any given situation, even those they can do nothing about.........except be the shoulder when you are sad and the arms when you are happy.
Meet one of mine.

Look at the huge smile on her face. Been 10 months since we saw each other, and 2 years since she has been back to Jamaica.

My oldest Alisia. Mothers day has always been very special to me because she was born the Wednesday before Mothers Day of the year she was born, and I was released on Mother's Day, ready to be a Mama, I arrived home with my baby and several of my female family members were there, and we had to walk a sort of guantlet, they had to see how I handled her, if I was comfortable holding, feeding, changing her, after being satisfied with the results of their test, I was deemed good to go.

I've often wondered what the test scores would be now. But one thing that I know I love spending time, talking and reasoning with my Kids and they in turn still keep me in the loop, for me this means I did something right,because the lines of communication, and good conversation and fun still flows.
For the past 20 years we have made it a tradition to take a Happy Birthday and Mother's Day combo trip together.

I decided to ride to the airport with Mr. T to pick her up, my Folks were heading over to the South Coast, so we decided to take the Old Route through Sav over. I was reluctant because I wanted to come back home this way, wanted to stop at the Borders Jerk Center, for lunch, a place I learned about from RG777.