Peachygirl

Well, my lil man aint so little no more...he`s 17 and standing at 6'2". Wheww.


I couldnt be more blessed though! What a beautiful wonderful child!



Welcome to my page. I have met some really incredible people here on BP as well as various other chat sites. Some people I have met in person and am still friends with today. Others I have never met, but feel like they are close as family!



One thing I do know, GOD is good and he is good all the time! Even when I don`t know how to be good to myself if you feel me!



I live in the Bay Area and I am a single mommy. My son makes me laugh even when things aren`t so right! And he is the most loving person that I know. I am trying to raise him to be a wonderful human being! Anything past that he accomplishes will be just fine!



A quote I like:



KINDNESS IS THE LANGUAGE THAT THE DEAF CAN HEAR, AND THE DUMB CAN UNDERSTAND!

-Desmond Tutu, South African Activist and Angelican Bishop.



My hero is my mother! She raised three girls as a single mother and well we are doing pretty good! She kept us together and made sure that we were happy and decent people. Can`t ask for much more than that!



Here is an article that I wrote for her magazine regarding being a first time parent:



A New Beginning by J`me Rochelle



I WASsitting here thinking of the fact that both of my sister`s have written articles for my mother (Joanna ) and I was trying tothink of what Iwould write about if I was to write one. Well, the only thing that came to my mind was to write about being a first time mother and how it has effected me.



ABOUT two months before I got pregnant, I had been raped in my house.It was a horrible experience and had really brought my self-confidence to an all time low. When I got pregnant (not from the rape), I was scared to death but knew in my heart that there was nothing more in the whole world that I wanted than to have my child. I had a great pregnancy health wise and an incredibly easy delivery.



AFTER I gave birth, the doctor placed my son in my arms. That`s where my new beginning started. I felt like he wasn`t the only one that had just been born. I felt like I had just had a new start on life. That finally,I had a new innocent beginning. I can remember kissing his face and little fingers and feeling that no matter where I had been or what I had done in my twenty-two years, this was the beginning of a miraculous journey.



NOW everyday I look at my son and realize that there is nothing in the world that I would rather be doing on a day to day basis, than taking care of my son.He has been the driving force (him and my relationship with the LORD), that has made me believe that I am somebody and that I do matter in this big world.



BEING a single mom and having to do everything can get tedious. I drag myself out of bed every morning and get him dressed and ready. I go and spend an hour a day before school, volunteering with him and the kids at his school. I go to work and give him baths and make sure that he eats his vegetables and read him books and play video games with him, and make sure his homework is done. I try and make baskets and play army and kiss his feet before he goes to sleep. And when I feel overwhelmed, I remember that in return,he tells me that I am his universe and that he thinks that I am the most beautiful womanin the world. I could never in a million years find a way to replace those words or the raw innocent love that my child has for me.



ON MY thoughts of being a first time mom, again, there is no other place that I would rather be than being graced by the beauty of my child.



I also wanted toshare some copywritten poetryI wrote forRoman De`Winter....Roman..you were an incredible man to me and I want you to know I really appreciate you showing me how a king should be towards a queen.



Disentangled



Slowly your words drip from your honey colored lips,

seeping the words that my soul has hungered for,

like pearly drops of passion.



I turn my ebon ear and arch my delicate neck to you,

to catch the words as if I am drowning and you have become my only source of air.

I quiver as the sweet delicateness of your tongue caresses my inner being,

engulfing me in a spiritual twist and turn

that only you can unravel...



Buried



I waited for you in silence...

Listening to the cold beating of my heart... As the fury grows deep in my belly,

and even more,

the longing superseding the rage.

You came to me speaking softly, saying you were sorry.

My fears and my anger slowly melting away..

Kisses sustain the rage and now the pain is forgotten,

and my sorrow

is tucked deep in the words that you say.......



Tingling

I traced the opening of my lips with my tongue. Just imagining your lips on mine and the tingling began.



I thought about your fingers tracing along the curves of my body, and again the tingling rose from my toes only to arrive at my honey colored breasts.



I listened to the song penetrating my subconscious and all I could feel was your words swirling around me like a whirlwind of passion tingling my soul.



I thought about the way your spirit engulfs my inner being and tantalizes my flesh. And mybody shook with little vibrant tingles.



I tingled about you today.....



Be blessed!!