Spreading Holiday Cheer

The Christmas tree lights up the living room, warm and cozy in my red and green holiday fuzzy socks and I’m thinking to myself about the holiday cheer. The Christmas carols, beautiful decor of bright light, inflatable santas and snowmans. The most important feeling for me is Love. Love your friends, love your family, love your pets, your neighbors and even be kind to those annoying coworkers because we are all looking forward to being here on this earth to celebrate not only Christmas and the New Year but LIFE. I wanted to take this time to spread my LOVE to the families who maybe having a hard time this holiday because of losing a loved one. To the moms who can be surrounded with so much joy but feel empty inside. I’m spreading my LOVE to the fathers who are confused, helpless and trying their hardest to bring a bit of hope and happiness to lift up not only themselves but their children, their wives, their girlfriends and even friends who have lost a child. As the days becomes darker and nights grows colder, Christmas is approaching and it can all be very overwhelming. It doesn’t matter how merry it can be, we can be breaking down on the inside. We can go through days, weeks, months and even years trying to figure out the meaning of a situation but we don’t have answers. You may not understand but you feel. You feel regret, you feel a deep hollow shell of sadness that you fill with memories and live off of hope and the comfort of prayer. I want to tell all of you parents, single moms and dads that my spirit is with you. You may have lost a loved one but you have gained an Angel. Take your time this holiday to condition your spirit. If you have other children, keep the love growing. Connect with family and don’t stay distant for too long. We all need time to ourselves but the best medicine to heal is being amongst your loved ones. Remember to keep your Angel or Angels in strength, love and memory this holiday. An idea I thought of for any of you, hanging a beautiful Angel Christmas ornament is so precious and special to see on your tree. I hope this brings smiles to all and peace of mind throughout the following days. 

Xoxo, Tiff

*This is dedicated to my Sister Keysha and my mom who have gained an Angel. I Love You.


A Special Sunday Reminder…

To the moms and dads who are figuring it out as first time parents, don’t be so hard on yourself. You have already succeeded the most momentous action of nature.  The blessing of bringing a child to into this life which earns you the most respected title of becoming a Mother or a Father. It’s not easy, it’s not something you can skip like a page in a book or wake up and it’s all over as if it was a dream. This is real Life. This is the beauty and sacrifice of it all. You are spectacular at what you do and you have awakened a power of strength to be the best example for your child. This goes out to single moms and dads who take late trips to the ER for high fevers and balance busy mornings on their own. This is for the couples who are scared shitless but at the same time depend on one another for support and reassurance. Before you go to sleep, tell yourself “I am the best that I can be.” Never let anyone overshadow your light! 


Ho!Ho!Ho! Or No!No!No!

Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. You have the holiday stuffing, the delicious mouth watering Christmas ham, tin cans of sugar cookies and popcorn and of course the smooth and cream egg nog with a spice! There’s always that question that lingers in the air, that leaves a sour taste in my mouth as if I downed a pack of lemon heads (pick some up and you’ll thank me later!). When I am around my children I look after and even my younger nieces and nephews, it’s the most important question that every adult either skillfully avoids or gives a short and sweet answer: is Santa real? Do you believe in Santa?” BOOM!

Do you believe in having your child believe in not just Santa Claus but his reindeers, working Elfs and flying sleigh ride? Here is my truth for all of this and I will be completely blunt and honest with all of my parents, Nannies, Sitters and Dolls.

A child’s imagination is one of the most powerful things that is introduced to them through reading. We have these story books full of witches, ghosts, fairies, princesses and princes slaying dragons that stimulates the minds to think beyond the norm. Do I tell my children I believe in Santa? Not at ALL. Do I tell them he’s not real? Not at ALL. I can only speak for myself and respect the families who provide this imaginary picture for their children and keep it honest with myself. I always get different facial expressions, loud gasping and even received a “shhh! He’s watching you and hearing you say that!” Hilarious. I have never been a fan of Santa Claus and the whole North Pole circus. Seeing a child’s spirit crushed is what really gets to me because everyone has had the news broken to them about something or someone not being at all what they thought it out to be. Let me not forget to tell you that my mother came from Trinidad to the US at the age of 15 years old and was totally heartbroken to see a million Santas walking around the city. In her heart, from since a little girl; Santa was real and that was it. 

As parents, I believe that you have a responsibilty to have your child understand what’s make believe and what’s reality. You also have the freedom to bite into cookies, write a pretend note from Santa and ask for a glass of milk to be waiting out for a guy that is nonexistant because, it brings that certain light into your child’s eyes. It gives them this warm feeling of joy, love and excitement for the time when being “Nice” is fully paid off and they are rewarded with the one special thing they’ve been waiting for the entire year. So you might say to yourself “let’em live a little, let their imagination run free” or you just might make it a tradition of family and loved ones sharing special gifts between one another. Whatever the case may be, keep the Christmas spirit alive and enjoy these precious moments while your children or child is young. You will never get those moments back. 


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