Category Archives: Childhood Memories

Make a Difference today: Universal Children’s Day

There can be no keener revelation of a society’s soul than the way in which it treats its children” Nelson Mandela

This sweet young girl wants to be a doctor when she grows up.

Today is Universal Children’s Day – a day of activity devoted to promoting the ideals and goals of the Convention on the Rights of the Child. Did you know that children have certain rights assigned to them? Also did you know that as a caregiver you have certain responsibilities toward our young ones? I encourage you to read more about this here – now!

This gentleman, resplendent in starched garb and dignified with age shuffles across the road in Downtown Kingston as he does his part to protect the children.

Children are such beautiful beings, trusting, innocent and deserving of our love and protection. Sadly many adults who have responsibility to protect them are exactly the ones who strip them of their innocence.

ACT! STOP CHILD ABUSE NOW!

 “child abuse or maltreatment constitutes all forms of physical and/or emotional ill-treatment, sexual abuse, neglect or negligent treatment or commercial or other exploitation, resulting in actual or potential harm to the child’s health, survival, development or dignity in the context of a relationship of responsibility, trust or power.” (WHO Consultation on Child Abuse Prevention, 1999)

The innocence of childhood

WHO estimates that 150 million girls and 73 million boys under 18 experienced forced sexual intercourse or other forms of sexual violence during 2002. In Jamaica, statistics show that more than 12,000 cases of child abuse have been reported since 2007.

You can make a difference! Click here to find out how!

Let us work together to protect the leaders of tomorrow. Start with those children in your home, on your street, in your local community and never ever underestimate your ability to make a difference!

Join me in the quest to make a difference and spread the word of Universal Children’s Day today!

These children play jumprope in the yard of the Trenchtown Reading Centre

Check out this video that was done sometime ago and recognized by UNICEF as an inspiring piece.

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A Mother’s Love

Meet Michelle – wife, daughter, sister, but perhaps most important – mother! Motherhood seems almost like a profession that is quickly becoming extinct. The grooming of another human being to become a productive, caring citizen is not an insignificant task. A woman is not a failure when she chooses motherhood and family nurturing as her career whilst her classmates choose globetrotting. No, indeed she is an individual to be lauded for recognising that in the midst of it all, each of us still yearns for her warm embrace and loving advice.

Join Michelle as she shares why being a good mother is important to her and shares a few tips to fellow & expecting moms.

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From A Mother’s Desk…

A mother of 3- ages 13, 4 & 6 months, wife, daughter and sister, employee and student; business entrepreneur, to name a few…….how do I do it? Only through the Lord’s grace I contentedly complete each day giving thanks!

My purpose in this world is to bring joy to my Lord and fulfill every purpose for which He has put me on this Earth. Each day I surrender my all to the Lord’s will. As such my body is His temple and I have laid it down to be used to bring forth His prophets, to ensure His work continues and reigns for generations to come.

It gives me pleasure – loving , guiding, imparting knowledge and correcting my daughters knowing I am grooming them to be the difference this world so needs in these times.  Reward comes when I see my girls making the right decisions independently, identifying right from wrong and being able to cuddle them all in my arms!

For those of you who are not yet mothers, but desire to be – pray for the Lord’s will into your life and trust in Him. When your bundle of blessing comes, welcome and nurture that child knowing that you are serving God in every effort you make in this precious one’s life.  A mother’s life is full of sacrifices but the unconditional love motherhood brings, surpasses it all.

For my fellow mothers –rejoice each day praising the Lord for your blessing! Bond with your child from birth, strengthen your relationship as each day passes. Never be too weak to discipline but always let your love prevail.

Michelle.

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“Mangoes, Mangoes, Mangoes. Ah want a penny to buy…”

It is almost impossible to speak of things Caribbean and not dedicate a blog to MANGOES:) Perhaps with all fairness I should rename the post to be less discriminatory to the rest of the fruit family, but boy oh boy, I am sure you will agree that the mango holds a very special place all on its own. Being the creative people we are in the Caribbean, we have found all manner of uses for this delectable fruit. After greedily consuming at least three firm, ripe, juicy Julie mangoes from the tree in my garden today, I was instantaneously propelled down memory lane…

My first memory is from Georgetown and one that I find funny – now! I was at the standpipe early one morning and happened to be beneath a mango tree. A strong breeze blew and sent dozens of leaves dancing off their stems. I felt something fall into my bosom. Thinking it was a leaf, I brushed at it absentmindedly. A minute or two later, I was howling in pain and dancing beneath the tree. As it turned out, what I thought was a leaf was really a marabunta (jack spaniard/large stinging wasp – image borrowed from internet). That bite sent me at top speed up the front step, through the open door and in search of colgate toothpaste for the sting (long-time remedy and I have no proof whatsoever that it works)!

Earlier memories were more mischievous. I remember picking mangoes from just about any neighbour’s yard – this was not considered preadial larceny at the time, but more a healthy activity to keep the neighbourhood children occupied! The process of picking could be as simple as using a long stick to hit the mangoes down, as challenging as making it up and down the trunk of the tree without landing on your rear or as complicated as launching a big stone with army-like accuracy at a waiting bunch whilst avoiding anything breakable in an adjoining yard. Once successful, this was followed by squabbles for who would get the best looking mango. The ultimate reward was the taste of sweet juice and fleshy insides. Not one drop was wasted including the little trickle down the arm. The seeds were not immediately discarded as they could be put to use in a pelting competition that instantly sent all dogs & cats in hiding (again the ignorance of childhood).

Later memories in Trinbago are of the incomparable mango chow! If you don’t know what this is, trust me yuh missing part of your life! A chow is a delectable mixture of slices of half-ripe mangoes seasoned with salt, hot pepper/ pepper sauce, chopped garlic, shadon beni, lime juice, eschallot (chives/green onions). Mix together well, leave to “soak iiinnn” for a bit and then enjoy! (Image borrowed from the internet) Usually while enjoying I can faintly hear my granny’s voice saying I will either get “colic” or “bilious”. Ah well, thank goodness for senna pods and/or salts – a topic perhaphs for another post:)

The memories are endless. I would be interested in hearing some of yours.