Bellies & Babies

February 13, 2019February 13, 2019 Tyraambition, Art, author, babies, beauty, Black men, Black women, books, childhood, children, community, confidence, daughter, dear, dreams, education, empowerment, encouragement, families, family, fathers, goals, God, happiness, husband, Instagram, issues, justice, kids, knowledge, letter, letters, life, lifestylepoetry, Literature, live, love, mamas, marriage, men, mother, Motherhood, mothers, motivation, parenthood, passion, poetry, positivity, protest, relationships, self-empowerment, self-love, self-worth, Sincerely Tyra, sincerelytyra, spirituality, struggle, unity, village, women, womenpoetry, writer, WritingLeave a comment

Sometimes I look at my stomach and cannot believe there used to be a living, breathing being inside of it…

at least until My Joy decides to randomly pat it and says “I used to be in Mommy’s tummy” or “I wanna be in Mommy’s tummy”

or… the most infamous one of all: “its looks like there’s a baby in there.” 🤦🏾‍♀️😩

I’m not sure if the child really thinks my stomach is a teleportation device, a time machine or if she’s trying to tell me she wants a sibling. Do other toddlers do stuff like this?

I’m so confused and can literally only take suggestions for the teleportation device idea. I rebuke any ideas of siblings in the near future. Two versions of me under the age of five—in the same house PLUS myself? …Yeah, I’ll pass. 😅

—Sincerely, Tyra

#SlayTheDream

My Joy the Mastermind

January 23, 2019January 23, 2019 Tyraambition, Art, author, babies, beauty, Black men, Black women, books, childhood, children, community, confidence, daughter, dear, dreams, education, empowerment, encouragement, families, family, fathers, goals, God, happiness, husband, Instagram, issues, justice, kids, knowledge, letter, letters, life, lifestylepoetry, Literature, live, love, mamas, marriage, men, mother, Motherhood, mothers, motivation, parenthood, passion, poetry, positivity, protest, relationships, self-empowerment, self-love, self-worth, Sincerely Tyra, sincerelytyra, spirituality, struggle, unity, village, women, womenpoetry, writer, WritingLeave a comment

After tub time, My Joy likes for me to pick her up and stand in the mirror and hug her—like I did when she wasn’t half my size. Last night—

My Joy: Pick me up, please.

Me: I did pick you up (literally sitting on the side of the tub with her wrapped in her towel and in my arms)

My Joy: No, you didn’t because you didn’t stand up.

Me: 🙄 and TF (in my head, of course)

I stand up.

Me: Are you a baby or a big girl?

My Joy: (looks at me in the mirror) I just wanna be ‘Mommy’s baby.’

This is mastermind-style manipulation from a four-year old, bruh. I was about to put her down and apparently she knew, hitting me dead in the heart with that line. I coo-ed and oo-ed and ahhh-ed while holding her heavy butt in my arms for at least another full minute.

#JustSharing

—Sincerely, Tyra

I talked to God in Public.

January 17, 2019 Tyraambition, Art, author, babies, beauty, Black men, Black women, books, Chicago, childhood, children, community, confidence, daughter, dear, dreams, education, empowerment, encouragement, families, family, fathers, goals, God, happiness, husband, Instagram, issues, justice, kids, knowledge, letter, letters, life, lifestylepoetry, Literature, live, love, mamas, marriage, men, mother, Motherhood, mothers, motivation, parenthood, passion, peace, poetry, positivity, protest, relationships, self-love, self-worth, Sincerely Tyra, sincerelytyra, spirituality, struggle, unity, village, women, womenpoetry, writer, WritingLeave a comment

I think I’ve just now decided to call this what it is. I’m not a preacher, not an evangelist or a even a great intercessor. But I am consistent. And I’ve been consistently praying over us. Yes, even you–who I may not know. But you’re reading this right now–so yes, definitely you, too.

There’s a funny, gif-ed out Twitter thread or stream of consciousness that explains why this prayer in this moment: https://twitter.com/tyrashange/status/1085861255871647744?s=21

If you read it, share a comment down below.

So hear’s today’s prayer:

May we all gain more peace in this year.

May we be vulnerable enough to not allow the chaos of our daily lives disrupt our inner peace.

Sincerely,

Tyra

Not Your Average 4-Year Old

January 5, 2019 Tyraambition, Art, author, babies, beauty, Black men, Black women, books, childhood, children, community, confidence, daughter, dear, dreams, education, empowerment, encouragement, families, family, fathers, freedom, goals, God, happiness, husband, Instagram, issues, justice, kids, knowledge, letter, letters, life, lifestylepoetry, Literature, live, love, mamas, marriage, men, mother, Motherhood, mothers, motivation, parenthood, passion, poetry, positivity, protest, relationships, self-empowerment, self-love, self-worth, sincerelytyra, spirituality, struggle, unity, village, wife, women, womenpoetry, writer, WritingLeave a comment

I love when people talk to My Joy likes she’s an actual person. Don’t treat my big girl princess like a four-year old that’s not up on game. She is too smart for that and will let you know as much with her level of conversation.

Honestly, we should make it a practice of treating our children like little scholars and apprentices, but that’s another, much longer post.

—SincerelyTyra

#SlayTheDream

Happy New Year

January 1, 2019January 1, 2019 Tyraambition, Art, author, babies, beauty, Black men, Black women, books, childhood, children, community, confidence, daughter, de lf-empowerment, dear, dreams, education, empowerment, encouragement, families, family, fathers, goals, God, happiness, husband, Instagram, issues, justice, kids, knowledge, letter, letters, life, lifestylepoetry, Literature, live, love, mamas, marriage, men, mother, Motherhood, mothers, motivation, parenthood, passion, poetry, positivity, protest, relationships, self-love, self-worth, sincerelytyra, spirituality, struggle, unity, village, women, womenpoetry, writer, WritingLeave a comment

If you’re reading this, it’s 2019.

Dope things happened for us in 2018.

Don’t let the mishaps, missteps, mistakes, or even the misfortune fool you into to believing that you didn’t make it through gloriously.

It’s time to reflect, be grateful, increase your faith and do even more this year!

—Sincerely, Tyra

#SlayTheDream #ChiPeaceProject

Excerpt from “Soul Fed”

December 24, 2018 Tyraambition, Art, author, babies, beauty, Black men, Black women, books, childhood, children, community, confidence, daughter, dear, dreams, education, empowerment, encouragement, families, family, fathers, freedom, goals, God, happiness, husband, Instagram, issues, justice, kids, knowledge, letter, letters, life, lifestylepoetry, Literature, live, love, mamas, marriage, men, mother, Motherhood, mothers, motivation, parenthood, passion, poetry, positivity, protest, relationships, self-empowerment, self-love, self-worth, sincerelytyra, spirituality, stories, struggle, unity, wife, women, womenpoetry, writer, WritingLeave a comment

Dear Self Project

December 21, 2018 Tyraambition, Art, author, beauty, Black men, Black women, books, childhood, children, community, confidence, daughter, dear, dreams, education, empowerment, encouragement, families, family, fathers, goals, God, happiness, husband, Instagram, issues, justice, kids, knowledge, letter, letters, life, lifestylepoetry, Literature, live, love, mamas, marriage, men, mother, Motherhood, mothers, motivation, parenthood, passion, poetry, positivity, relationships, self-empowerment, self-love, self-worth, sincerelytyra, spirituality, struggle, unity, village, we lf-love, women, womenpoetry, writer, WritingLeave a comment

We have ten days left in 2018.

You’ve made it this far despite this year having been a test of of your patience, your strength—and possibly—your sanity. But there is definitely something to look forward to and many more things for which to be thankful. Remember, my words you’ve made it THIS far. Keep going! Figure out how to make next year so great, so inspired, so blessed that you don’t feel like you’re being broken in two by December. And if you can’t do that—at least you can look back and smile knowing you’re so much farther along in your journey than where you used to be. Can’t you see? If you give up; if you allow yourself to become pitiful and self-loathing, you’ll never finish the race you’re in; you’ll lose the war by conceding the battle. And you’re worth so much more than just what you’re feeling about yourself right now for this brief moment. You owe it to yourself to continue marching toward that goal. Take heart, readjust your crown and slay that dream!

This started as me speaking over a loved one, but I ended up speaking life over me, too.

—Sincerely, Tyra

#SincerelyTyra

#SlayTheDream

#dearself

#selflove

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