At-il comprendre le concept de français?

The school year is coming to an end and munch’s school had its annual Awards and Promotion Ceremony. Yes, it seems overkill to some, but to a mom of only one I love ceremonies. Nope, I am not one of those parents who comes to school with balloons and flowers for my first grader, I just cheer loudly.

I was sitting in the cafeteria, smiling as the children filed in hoping and praying that my munch would win some awards. Why? Because I want to boast and brag and have a certificate to back it up? Crazy? Probably. But, nonetheless I am one of those parents.

In March, I had a parent teacher conference with munch’s teacher and I asked her”At-il comprendre le concept de français?” translation: Does he understand the concept of french? His teacher thought hard and said, “I can’t say whether he understands it or not. He’s inconsistent.” She went on to explain that she will give him an assignment and he will do it correctly, but four hours later she could give the same exact assignment and he will cry and say he doesn’t know how to do it.

Overkill huh? My son is very dramatic. He gets it honestly though. I’m a little dramatic. I explained that his dad and I experience the same thing when reviewing his homework and we are seeing that he lacks focus and consistency. I told her that we are working on it and pray that it is just a phase. Whew! This boy.

So, I left not being surprised, but praying that my son will finish off the year on a good note. This is the last year that he will not have the traditional A/B/C/D/E grading scale. I started thinking what if munch doesn’t get it? What if I’m pushing him too hard? I mean it was my choice to put him in a French Immersion program. Did I make the right choice?

My worrying was for nothing because it worked out. He passed to the second grade. Got his certificate and medal and made me proud. Not because I expect a genius, but because he tried his best and it paid off. Life isn’t about being the best, but trying your best. That’s our motto. Try your best and have fun doing it. It allows you to count your blessings.

Munch with his principal, Dr. Essama! I love her. I actually wanted him to attend the school after meeting her. She’s brilliant. She’s leaving at the end of the school year though.

If you have time, please check out his class performance in French by clicking on the video below:

Until next time!


My First Liebster Award

Hey Ya’ll!

I was nominated for a Liebser Award by Sandy at Poot’s Notes. I’m super excited because I love the blogger community and anything designed to strengthen and grow my followers is a blessing. We are truly a village encouraging each other in this quest for world domination. LOL! No, seriously it helps that we respect the craft and want to help each other grow our blogs.

The Liebster Award recognizes bloggers who have less than 200 followers. I only have 106 as of today, but thankfully I’m growing so I qualified. Yeah!


Okay, the rules are:

1 – Thank the person who nominated you and link to their blog.

2 – Answer the 10 questions given by the nominator.

3 – Nominate and link 10 bloggers (with less than 200 followers).

4 – Notify all the bloggers you’ve nominated.

5 – Create 10 new questions for your nominees to answer.

So, here are the questions I have to answer:

1. What is your dream destination?

Fiji. I love the beach and clear blue water and can’t wait to visit.

2. If you could have one dream come true, what would it be?

To end hunger in America. Many people in this country experience food shortages and I’m keenly aware of this issue. It pains me to think about children going to bed hungry.

3. Are you an animal lover?

Yes. I love dogs.

4. What is your favorite book?

Assata by Assata Shakur. Changed my life in college.

5. What is the one thing you would change about yourself and it can be anything, or nothing?

I would change the way I viewed relationships and marriage. I used to initially view marriage as an archaic form of slavery. LOL! Thankfully, that has changed.

6. If you had a million dollars, what would you do with it?

Give 30% to the government for taxes. Give my church 10% in the form of an educational endowment. Invest 50%. Buy a house. Travel and still work. Munch wouldn’t have to worry about college.

7. What is your favorite thing about blogging?

Being able to share my life with people.

8. Do you have any celebrity friends?

I know people who are celebrities that I went to high school with. However, everyone is a celebrity in my book.

9. What is one personal goal?

To reduce my debt.

10. What is your favorite meal to cook?

Spaghetti. My son loves it.

I’ve selected the following 10 blogs to nominate for this award. Please go check them out and follow:

1. The Mommyhood Ministry

2. Michelle G Cameron Writes

3. Macaroni and Merlot

4. Milk and Blood

5. Traveling Sarah’s Blog

6. Emma Thompson HK

7. Wrongfully Infamous Black American

8. Broke in Words

9. 26 Single & Living

10. The Curves Blog

Here are my 10 questions:

1.  What inspired you to start your blog?

2. What are some of the things you hope your blog can bring about in the world?

3. Do you ever write about social issues?

4. How long have you been blogging?

5. What do you see as the biggest obstacle in growing your blog?

6. How often do you blog?

7. What are some of the things you want readers or visitors to know about your blog?

8. What country do you reside in?

9. What is your favorite color?

10. Who is your favorite musician?


Thank you again for the nomination and congratulations to my fellow bloggers!

Why Doesn’t He Love Me?!

What an incredible post that I wanted to share. I’ve been there and done that. It was so real for me. How about you?

Miss T. N. king

I’ve asked myself so many times, “What’s wrong with me?”   I’ve been dating for three years and no serious, committed relationships have come from any of it.  There have been nights where I would become so frustrated.

It seems like the guys who adored me were nice but that’s all they were–nice.  We lacked common interests, chemistry and connection.  Then there’s the guy who possesses majority of things you want in a partner.  You two begin to talk, click and eventually build.   But somewhere along the way, things went left and now your Mr. Future joins your list of Mr. Pasts.

I’ve wasted so much time analyzing things I could not control–people and the past.  “Maybe he was thinking this or that”, “maybe I should have reworded that message”, “oh crap, I shouldn’t have went off–now he thinks I’m crazy and definitely doesn’t want me.”


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Love/Hate Challenge – Getting to Know You

So, one of my fellow bloggers, MidiMike, took the challenge last week and said instead of nominating people to take it, I want you all to post what you love/hate in the comment section so we can get to know each other. How cool was that? I did and I realized after doing that challenge that I was just counting my blessings. I smiled and said a prayer of thanks.

Even when I feel the storms of life are raging and the decisions that I don’t want to make are hurting me, I press on. I had a dream last week and I couldn’t handle the dream. It was as if God was speaking to me in the dream and letting me know…it’s time. Time to stop delaying the inevitable. I woke up in tears. But, I woke up with understanding.

I was blessed and I knew it, but I was spending so much time with my mind, body, spirit and heart not being in alignment. I was tossing and turning in angst about some things and I didn’t  WANT to do what I knew I had to do. But, I tell you that when God speaks, you listen. So, I did. Made some choices and moved on.

I’m in a better head space.

Here’s my response to the challenge of the 10 things I love and the 10 things I hate.


1. God
2. Being a mommy
3. Writing
4. Love
5. Family
6. Friendship
7. Sunny Days
8. Rainy Days
9. The color blue
10. Freedom


1. Dishonest people
2. Manipulative people
3. Poverty
4. Homelessness
5. Racism
6. Prejudice
7. Gnats
8. Bees/wasps/yellow jackets
9. Wasting money
10. Opportunities not taken.



Soap and the Scholastic Book Fair

I love Bath and Body Works Soap. Every time that they have a sale, I rush into the store or order on-line because a girl could never have too much soap. I love the smell of the foaming soap and I like the gentleness of the bubbles as I massage the soap in between my fingers. Pure heaven.


I love books too. I told you that I’m an avid reader. So does munch. The book fair was at Munch’s school the first week in June. Munch handed me his orange sheet with his book picks. He apparently wanted $56.94 worth of books. What? Nope. I will give you $21.00. Make it work. You have books on your shelf you’ve never read.

I set aside the money for munch’s book selections. He was excited. He likes books and he loves the book fair. He couldn’t wait.


Now, this is where the story gets interesting. Apparently, I’m not the only one who adores the smell and feel of Bath and Body Works soap. Munch does too. A couple of weeks ago, I reached into the linen closet to open a new bottle of foaming soap. I smiled as I pushed the top down and washed my hands.

Later that day I caught munch using the hand soap after I told him to wash his hands after scratching that ringworm on his face. Munch was acting like the soap grows on trees and I don’t catch it on sale because the money fairy brings me more soap when I ask. I said, “Munch, that’s too much soap. Please use a little. It will go a long way.” He replied, “Okay, mommy.”

Fast forward two days later and I catch that little boy playing with a whole lot of bubbles in the bathroom sink and an empty bottle of hand soap. I was mad. “Munch, why are you using all the hand soap?” He starts to cry. “Those tears aren’t going to work” I yell. “Answer me.” He stutters, “I like the bubbles. I like playing in the bubbles.” He really starts to cry now.

I told him, “Look, I told you to not use that much soap so I am going to take your $21.00 for the book fair and use it to buy more soap since you like it so much.” Overboard? Probably, but I was hot. I like my soap and I was down to my last 3 bottles. I could literally go 2 more months with 3.5 bottles. Not with munch though. He started to cry uncontrollably now. “No, book fair?” he questioned. “Nope, I need more soap.”

I sent him to bed that night early still peeved about the soap fiasco. A couple of hours later I was laying in bed when I realized that I was overreacting. It was only soap. Was I really that upset over it? Yes. Could I buy more? Yes. Did I really have to choose between hand soap and books? No. Isn’t that sort of an oppressive form of parenting? Probably.

The next morning when he woke up, I kissed him good morning and apologized for overreacting. I explained that I liked the soap like him, but that it was expensive and we didn’t need to use so much. I told him that I’m still giving him money for the book fair and he can get whatever he wants with his $21.00. He smiled and said, “I’m sorry mommy. I won’t use so much soap.” He leaned in and hugged me tight smiling. “I’m getting new books” he said. And he did.


Ah, the joys of parenting!

Random: 3 Things About Me

As a woman who wears many hats, titles and plays many roles I wanted to educate you on some of the things that I stand for. This is not an inclusive list of everything, but I wanted to share a piece of me with you. Here are 3 things you should know about me:

  1. I am a mother. This is by far the most important role I will ever play. I received an Academy Award when I became a mother. It is the most difficult role I will ever play and I have to develop the character of my son who plays the supporting actor of our family each and every day. Motherhood is not always going to be roses, but I promise to be the best person I can mentally, physically, spiritually and emotionally. This doesn’t mean I won’t make mistakes, forget to do somethings or suffer guilt over the decisions I make. Parents aren’t perfect.
  2. I am an avid reader. I love to read. I actually try to read a book every couple of weeks. It gets hard sometimes because life gets in the way with writing and raising a son, but reading is the key to who I am. I love to learn about new cultures and ideologies. Reading is something I’m passing on to munch. I inherited my love of books and reading from my mom so I hope that my gift to my son is the same.
  3. I am a black feminist. This seems to frighten some folks. Why do I say that I am a black feminist? Because I’m black and I’m a feminist. They are not separate. This is my reality. I don’t hate white people or any people for that fact. I don’t hate men. I’m raising a boy who will become a man. I am against the injustices that threaten all people. Whether from race, gender or class. I will fight for the rights of all.


There are many more things that make up the whole of me, but I wanted to share 3 today.

Happy Friday!

Boys Have Cooties

As luck would have it, my son got ringworm a couple of weeks ago. He was staying at his dad’s house. It was the Tuesday after Memorial Day and I get a call from the school nurse.

I was in a meeting and she left me a message saying that munch had what appeared to be ringworm on his face and that she’s put a bandage on it. She said we needed to come and get him from school and that he couldn’t come back until it was cleared up.

(Sidebar) This was going through my mind as I’m listening to the message:

Really? How did he get ringworm? He was fine when I dropped him at his dad’s house on Saturday. What happened between Saturday and Tuesday? This is so gross. I can’t believe my precious boy has something like that on his face. EWWW! Let me call his dad.

Conversation with my son’s dad:

Me:  The school nurse called and left me a voicemail while I was in a meeting. You need to go and get munch. He has ringworm.

Baby Daddy: Really? I thought I saw something on his face on Sunday. That’s what it was? Well, why didn’t she call me? I mean I’m on the call list.

Me: (Silent thoughts in my head – You saw something on his face and you didn’t call me?). I don’t know. I’m the mom. She left the message 20 minutes ago. I guess she figured I would handle it. Are you going to get him?

Baby Daddy: Yeah, but I’m mad. It’s not like he has an absent father. I mean I’m here and she should have called me when she couldn’t reach you.

Me: It wasn’t life or death. Stop overreacting. Do you want me to call the pediatrician to see if I can get him an emergency sick visit today?

Baby Daddy:  Yes, please. I’m still wondering what is wrong with the nurse. She should have called me.

Me: Okay, well I’m sure it wasn’t personal. Let me give you the nurse’s phone number so that you can call her directly. I’ll call you back once I get the appointment.

Baby Daddy: Okay.

– Five Minutes Later – 

Me: Okay, I spoke with the pediatrician and munch has a 4 pm appointment. It’s in an hour. Can you get him and get him there?

Baby Daddy: Yeah, I got him. Let me send an email to my team.

Me: Did you speak with the nurse?

Baby Daddy: Yeah, she said that munch can’t come back until it’s clear.

Me: Okay, go and get him. Call me later and let me know what the pediatrician says.

– Ten Minutes Later – 

Announcement to my officer co-workers…My son has cooties. I think you layman’s refer to it as ringworm. I’m so grossed out right now. I hate rashes or weird looking infections and blood. I’m sterilizing his sheets and everything in the house. Oh, God! Why must my baby get cooties? What did I ever do to deserve this? I have to rush over to the medical supply store to buy gauze and surgical gloves.

– Later on that Afternoon –

Baby Daddy: Yeah, the pediatrician confirmed that it is ringworm.

Me: Really? How did he catch it?

Baby Daddy: She said that there are hundreds of place. Told me to put Lamisil on it and keep it covered but that he could go back to school tomorrow. She gave me a note.

Me: How’s my baby? Is he okay? Is he in pain?

Baby Daddy: No, he’s fine. Stop worrying.

Me: Can you please send me a photo so that I can be prepared?

Baby Daddy: Sure


So, munch has cooties. I scratched a little too irrationally (cause I’m a hypochondriac), wore surgical gloves and was totally grossed out, but I took care of his little ring worm infected body. He’s such a trooper. Me, not so much. I love that little guy though.

Aww, the joys of parenting!

Thank You from the Bottom of My Heart

So, yesterday I finally got 100 followers to my blog.



I am super excited. Since I changed my platform from Blogger to WordPress last July the growth has been S-L-O-W. But, I thank each of you from the bottom of my heart for following A Thomas Point of View.

Not only has this blog grown in leaps and bounds in the last year, but me too. I’ve written more, shared more and grown more. Some things I did in the last year…I created a custom logo based off my actual photo, published pieces on other blogs, transferred to a new platform, bought my own domain and started writing two books. All of this while working full-time and being a mommy. Growth.

Although it may be slow by most people’s standards, I am overwhelmingly blessed and thankful for each and every milestone. I want to enjoy it, appreciate it and respect it. Everything happens in time.

So, thank you for following. Thank you for engaging. Thank you for just being you. You’re awesome!

P.S. I got another follower today. I’m at 101.


Baptized and Blessed

Jesus Blesses Little Children

Mark 10:13-16 (NRSV)

13 People were bringing little children to him in order that he might touch them; and the disciples spoke sternly to them. 14 But when Jesus saw this, he was indignant and said to them, “Let the little children come to me; do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of God belongs. 15 Truly I tell you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will never enter it.” 16 And he took them up in his arms, laid his hands on them, and blessed them. 


So, munch got baptized last Sunday at church. I was super excited. My son is 7 and made the choice to commit his life to Christ. I was anxious and scared because it was a sign that he was growing up.

Sidebar: I’m not ready for him to grow up. He’s still so little.

But, it was his choice. One that he’s never doubted and will tell you with the greatest of ease that he loves the Lord. That God is the father and he will always protect us. Didn’t I tell you this kid was awesome?

His commitment to Christ had me in tears. When the pastor asked him, “Do you believe that God sent his son Jesus to Earth to die for our sins and that he died on the cross, has risen and now sits at God’s right hand?” Munch loudly proclaimed “Yes”. He said, “I now baptize you in the name of the father, son and holy spirit”. I was literally crying. Tears streaming down my face and squeezing my girlfriend’s hand tightly.

My baby was no longer a baby and was now a proud Christian. After he received the right hand in fellowship I had to fill out some paperwork, get his certificate and a whole packet of welcoming information for him. Everyone was congratulating him. In pure munch fashion, he asked, “Mommy, why do people keep congratulating me?” I responded, “Because they’re happy that you made the decision to follow Christ and get baptized. He looked puzzled. “It’s a big deal” I said. “Oh” was his reply.

See, munch understood the commitment he was making, he just didn’t understand why people were making a big deal out of it. He was just doing what he thought was right. How awesome is that? How many of us just do what we think is right? Without hesitation? Without fear? Without worrying about what other people will think of us? Without accolades or fan fare he was making a decision simply because he loves God.

You know I’m emotional right? I’m one proud mama and I just can’t help it. This little boy amazes me each day. He reminds me that God loved me so much that he gave me a son.

Check out the photos:

Munch preparing to put on his baptismal robe.
Munch in his baptismal robe. He said, “Mommy, I look like an angel.”
Munch and his godfather.
Munch and his godmother.
Munch and the Senior Pastor at our church.


Jazz Under the Stars

I went to the Capital Jazz Festival in Columbia, Maryland last Friday night. I had a ball. I invited Mr. K (one of the guys I met on-line before taking my break) to accompany me.


Neither of us had ever attended and I got tips on what to bring. I had bought the tickets in April and since he and I had been hanging out and having a blast, I thought it was a great way to show him that I’m thankful for the time and money spent (investment obviously) on dating me. So, I invited him and decided to do it up.

I got a couple of lawn chairs, packed a cooler with ice and refreshments and a picnic basket with Jerk chicken wraps, chicken and grape salad, and fruit bowls. Ah, it was pretty darn romantic if I say so myself. Not that I was trying to send any signals. Mr. K actually likes my nerdy qualities, but I wanted to do something special.

We had a blast. We laughed, danced and listened to music while under the stars. Best time I’ve had in a while. He’s 48 and I’m 40. He’s got a body that would put some 20 year olds to shame. I have more curves than the Pacific Coast Highway and he likes them! He’s spontaneous and I’m not. He has a great sense of humor and I’m snarky. He’s an introvert and I’m an extrovert. He listens.

He was a perfect gentleman and guess what? He didn’t do anything whack that would make me stop calling. For that I’m thankful.

He’s still in the possibility category.