It feels awkward not having my grandmothers here to call, just because they were on my mind, and to celebrate their birthdays and holidays.

I miss trying to find just the right floral arrangement and gifts for them. I miss their smiles and laughs. I miss their side eye when I would get “beside” myself. I miss hearing them tell about their past, their hopes and dreams, and the wisdom passed to me as counsel. I miss them dearly.

Happy Mother’s Day to my maternal grandmother, Maxine B. Stephens, and my paternal grandmother, Dorrisene N. Foreman. I know that you’re here but I wish that you were HERE to hug and hold hands.

I love you Mamacine and Mama!!!!!!!!

Love always, near and far…

~Natasha

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I would like to wish all of the mothers of the world, a Happy Mother’s Day.

You may have birthed a child that you’re currently embracing and enjoying the day with, or one who lives far away but you’re only a phone call away from saying “I love you”.

You may have birthed a child that has transitioned, and is no longer here in the physical sense.

You may have birthed a child that you chose to give a better life than the one that you felt you could provide, so you lovingly placed them for adoption—-to bless another mother who had been waiting to share her gifts and blessings for a special soul, such as your bundle of joy.

You may have carried life within, for that life to cease, without you ever laying your eyes upon theirs.

You may have or had a desire to give birth to your own child, but through no fault of your own your body isn’t aligning with your dreams and goals—so you decided to pour your mothering love into a child whose been waiting just for you. Through your fostering or adoption, you are investing in and empowering them in ways that only a mother could.

Maybe you have been trying for years to get pregnant and now you sit and wonder, what will you do next. You know at your core that you’re a mother. Yes, you are!

To every mother described above and to every mother example that I overlooked, let me honor you today and every day.

Happy Mother’s Day Queens!

I salute you!!! 💖

Lovingly,

Natasha

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Happy Mother’s Day to my beautiful, amazing, powerful, and gifted mother and sister.

I absolutely love having you both in my life, sharing with you, loving you and being loved by you. I’ve dedicated and will continue to dedicate my life to loving, protecting, empowering, and uplifting this gang of ours.

My heart is full. 💖

My nephew Logan brings me a joy that is indescribable. Alex, you have done and are doing a remarkable job molding and nurturing him.

I will give his daddy, Shawn, his props next month, on his extra special day 😁

Happy Mother’s Day to two amazing Queens!

I LOVE YOU BOTH SO VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY MUCH 😘

Love always,

Natasha

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I enjoy being me. My life is blessed, even during the roughest of storms. I’m determined to see my life and myself through the lens of love and appreciation, even when I feel like crap.

Every now and then I want to make myself smile and laugh hysterically. The other day I decided to play with filters and overlays on Snap. Below are the results of my adventure. There are even two videos (at the end) of my silliness.

Lesson embraced: don’t ever stop having fun, don’t look to others to entertain or uplift you—do it yourself!

Hopefully this message speaks to someone who takes life and themselves way too seriously. If your stress levels are maxed out (or almost there), take a load off—lighten up with some self-love!

Love always,

Natasha

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Fear over immediate threat is okay; it’s understandable. Anxiety is the build up of fear and frustration of the “what-ifs” and the “shoulda’s” which oftentimes are out of our control because the past we cannot revisit and fix, and the future hasn’t occurred. We’re in a state of limbo, dangling in a space that we cannot control. And many of us have control issues.

So rather than stress over this reality, which is unhealthy, we need to focus on letting go and letting things be as they are.

Breathe.

Noticing your breathing means you are aware of the now; you are present. Rest in being present. Don’t struggle straddling fences. Breathe.

“Take in each moment as it comes. Don’t focus on the time. Focus on the moment”. Those are words of wisdom from my aunt Debborah Foreman, and she’s never steered me wrong.

I would love to hear from you by the end of the day or even tomorrow with an update on how well you handled your stress today. Did it build or dissipate? Please share.

~Natasha L. Foreman
P.S. Thanks to sis Arleen for forwarding the image used that motivated me to share with all of you 💗

My oh my oh my…having the courage to admit our flaws, when we’re wrong, when we don’t know, and that we messed up…oh the agony of forcing that confession out for others to hear and realize. Daggumit it can be a doozy to the tenth power, especially if you’re as stubborn as I am—or more.

This morning I took the time to really pull back some layers and admit some things that I’ve passively admitted in the past, but honestly never took the time and required steps to fix, heal, and make right.

It wasn’t an easy process. It took me about 3 hours to really process and reflect my truths. It can be difficult looking closely in the mirror at self, looking at the things that you don’t like or that you try to mask from others. Unlike those external blemishes many people attempt to conceal, the internal ones are hard to mask and run from. At some point you’re going to have to face your demons, truths, and even your lies. Everything will have to be confronted. Everything will have to be revealed. The truth always comes to light. Nothing can remain in the darkness forever.

The only way to heal is for the yuckiness below the surface to be compressed until it has no choice but to rise up and get plucked, blotted, or drained out. When I had an infected wound from a second degree burn, the doctor had to scrub, scrape, and pull out the infected areas so that healing could take place. It was painful. I don’t have any enemies, but if I did, I wouldn’t wish that pain on them. I felt like I was going to black out and die. The doctor apologized before, during, and after. He kept saying, “please don’t hate me” and I cried and kept repeating, “I don’t hate you. I know that you’re trying to help me!”

Looking at my inner self and how the negative and toxic things that I’ve said and done to myself and others has had a lasting impact, is something that hurts deeply. Today I had to really face some harsh truths so that I could really heal. Not that superficial healing, where the wound is tolerable because it’s better than it was. Nope, I mean that deep healing that is so complete that there’s barely a sign of a previous injury. That’s the kind of healing and wholeness that I want. I don’t want to walk around visibly wounded and clearly wounding others. As the old saying goes, “hurt people, hurt people” and I’ve been hurt through self-infliction and through the actions of others, but I’ve only made it worse by turning around and hurting other people—especially those that I love. How can I genuinely love you if I hurt you? The same is true in reverse. And just because someone hurts you through words or actions, it is our decisions that determine how much more hurt will be inflicted through our desire to retaliate. Are we truly ready to live with the painful consequences? Self-control is easier said than done. It’s far easier to try to control others. It’s also more pitiful.

Over the weekend, someone I love did and said something that hurt me. Yet, my lack of self-control made the wound deeper and far more painful. I lashed out, shut down, and dug my head in the sand to try to block out the internal voice of peace and reason that said, “just shut up, listen, and stop trying to control the narrative and outcome“. The more that I argued the more I hurt myself and this person. It hurts to type that. But it’s the truth and in seeking the truth we have to be willing to pull back layers that are ugly, smelly, painful, and difficult to tolerate.

You gotta go and grow to know.

So if you have a moment, visit my Breaking Bread With Natasha blog post for today. Maybe what I’ve shared can also help you or someone you know begin the deep healing process that we all desperately want and most definitely need. You don’t need to be Christian or even spiritual to connect with today’s message. It’s a message that digs past and beneath the ordinary so that we can reach and embrace the extraordinary.

I share this in and with love!

~Natasha

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