π©βπ§ MOTHER’S DAY π©βπ§
I often dream about her and she still mothers me. I translate her messages into my healthy adult mode, trying to carry her wisdom with me. Today, these chocolates are for her, though I don’t think she’ll receive them today as I don’t know the address. Luckily, I like them myself. I, with each chocolate I eat, symbolically embrace the beauty that she tried to instill in me.
At home, my father was called “papi” and my mother “mami” by their children, me included.
Step by step, I am more mami.
While I was thinking this on my way back from the supermarket to get these chocolates, a toddler in a stroller said hi to me, and I said hi back. I felt a bit gloomy, yet grateful that I can buy something for my mother, and then I heard hi from such an innocent corner. May this sweet girl also be healthy, happy and rich, and receive the love she needs!
Quality time Motherβs Day edition
What makes me more like mami?
Cooking Antillean Creole food, like tutu.
My version is still in development.
Wearing heels.
I prefer to wear sporty, or at least comfortable heels.
Wearing makeup, jewelry, and perfume.
I haven’t been experimenting with or wearing makeup for a while, but I’m trying to get there step by step. I need to feel more put together, neat, and clean first to feel pretty. Establishing a stable self-care routine makes me more at ease to experiment with makeup. I look forward to this safe and happy place, the luxury to indulge in different colors, scents, etc.
