My Life as a Super Extra Ordinary Mom

Father, can you hear me? AN EBOOK OF PRAYERS I pray this eBook blesses you tremendously. In Him, Shatanese Reese “Answer me when I call to you, my righteous God. Give me relief from my distress; have mercy on me and hear my prayer.” Psalm 4:1 May I pray for you? HURT Dear Heavenly Father, I come humbly before you right now, interceding on behalf of my friend who is hurting. Please remove the sense of despair that she feels. Remove the emptiness that threatens to overtake her. Remind her of your love and your ever-present peace...

'Twas the night before the presentation, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The dishes were drying by the sink with care, In hopes that soap suds would not reappear; The younger children were nestled all snug in their beds, While the older two were working to bring home the bread; Daddy in his gear, was taking a lap, And I had settled down for a quick late night bath, When all of a sudden I thought I heard a clatter, I sprang from the tub to see what was the matter. Away to the laptop I went like a dash, Turned on the Dell and inserted the flash. The glare of the night lamp had become a glow Gave the computer screen an eerie halo, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a message on the screen, "Your report is not here", With a frantic glance around, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be the stick. More rapid than eagles my fingers the...

Just last night, my family and I were rear-ended on the interstate even though we had not slowed nor stopped suddenly.  The impact was so great it woke our sleeping infant son who immediately began to cry due to the jolt.  As we surveyed the damage to our vehicle, we marveled at the fact the collision could have been worse.  Our car could have been totaled.  But it wasn't.  There could have been a fatalities.  But there weren't.  After the police report had been filed, we were able to finish our drive home, walk into our home and talk about what had transpired.  I am thankful for our lives. It has been over a year since I lost my best friend of nearly forty years to illness.  She had the ability to make me laugh when all I really wanted to do was cry.  Conversely, when I did cry, she was right there to offer tissues and a listening ear (and a bowl of ice cream).  I remember the times she would offer her last french fry to me and n...

It's official.  I am that person. Wanting to run and not look back.  Running from the negative thoughts.  Pushing past my fears.  Pushing past the voices. You're too thin. You're not big enough. Your breasts. Your stomach. Your butt. Your hair. Your clothes. Your everything. They like her better than you. She's smarter than you are. He'd have more fun with someone else. They prefer a different mom. You suck as a mom. You're not as good as you think you are. Running from the negative thoughts. How can I break free?  What do I need to do?  What is the point?  I hate who I have become.  How do I help my children fight insecurities?  How does anyone fight insecurities?  They cover me.  They envelope me.  They fight to squelch my breath.  I cannot breathe.  I feel heavy.  The burden is too heavy.  Will I ever be enough?  No.  How. Stop it....

"I am sorry, Mrs. Reese.  The pregnancy is no longer viable."  Tears welled up in my eyes as the doctor continued with the final details of the visit.  I could not hear much of what was being said as I focused on the sense of loss I felt.  My body felt heavy and my spirit was grieved.  The appointment eventually concluded and I made my way to the elevator.  The doors closed and finally, I was alone.  Alone with my thoughts, fears, disappointment and sadness.  I became painfully aware that I was physically alone as well.  The small being who had been growing inside of me for the past several weeks was no longer there.  Gone...never to be held in my arms.  Suddenly, the elevator door opened and in walked a very pregnant woman.  I quickly looked at the floor, fighting back fresh tears.  As I exited the elevator, I could no longer hold back the flood of tears that had been threatening to ove...

Allow me to be transparent for a moment as I share an example of how I was not at my best as a parent.  Last week, while traveling to visit my parents, I allowed our oldest son to get in some driving practice by driving our SUV to our destination.  We quickly learned that traffic was going to be problematic on the interstate and that an alternate route was needed.   I was seated near my two youngest children and therefore navigated our route from the backseat guiding him off the interstate through the side streets of southwest Atlanta.  Suddenly, a situation unfolded before our eyes.  I told my son to take a left to enter the on-ramp leading to I20 east.  Since we were attempting to take a left-hand turn, we proceeded cautiously towards the intersection. We could see that traffic was slowing to a crawl and wondered what was the delay?  Was there road construction or a terrible accident?...