A Mothers Prayer

Tina Fey is good but I didn’t know she was this good. She wrote this “mothers prayer” for her 5-year-old daughter Alice in her memoir BossypantsIt’s the perfect mixture of sweet, silly, and sappy — how could I not share? This sheds light on what a mother’s love, worries & undeniable understanding of her daughter looks like. Plus we all know I’m a sucker for mother-daughter themed things. It’s okay, you’re allowed to laugh your ass off AND cry… yes, even if you’re at your desk at work. Blame it on the allergie, works like a charm every time.

“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her

When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes and not have to wear high heels.

What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it. (my personal favorite)

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. 

“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.”
― Tina Fey, Bossypants

The Nicest Thing

Last week Nicole commented on the “Things I’m Loving” post & said this…

“Anthropologie makes such amazing furniture, I like how it all looks sort of worn, in a chic way.”


(by the way, Nicole has a great fashion blog, pop over & take a look)

Thank you so much for your comment Nicole, I love what you said. It helped me realize something I think many of us tend to forget: the shiniest things aren’t always the nicest things. This doesn’t just apply to furniture, it’s the same with other things in life. For example, tonight I cooked one of my mum’s recipes for dinner while we talked on the phone for an hour. It was so special to me because I miss being able to see her everyday like I did before I moved — it almost felt like I was back home in mommas kitchen.

That simple phone call wouldn’t be a big deal to most people, but to me it was the nicest thing. It just goes to show that the sometimes the simplest things are the sweetest. What does ‘the nicest thing’ mean to you?  (ps you may or may not love this song)

The power of a happy home

Before I moved to Logan I lived with my aunt Care (Carolyn) & Uncle Gregg. While I was there I learned more things then you could ever imagine. Some of those things were: how to dissemble a sippie cup (& clean it/put it back together. harder then you think guys), load a dishwasher correctly (I grew up without one & slowly became one), how to balance family & life’s battles, tricks to ace a college history test, the magic in cooking some mean risotto and more. Living there was a great growing experience for me that I will look back on fondly for the rest of my life.

One of my favorite memories was reading time with Talya in the music room. It was our special time together while Zeb napped. In the music room there are big windows that look over the city & allow even the slightest rays of sun through. The highlight of reading time was the Lemon tree we sat next to. We’d watch the lemons begin as wee buds & with time grow into delicious lemons that were used for “tickle pie”. It was cool watching something grow & talking to Talya about it because children have such a different perspective on things.

Here is a photo of the lemon tree last January. I have finally figured out why I loved this tree so much. It is because it showed me that anything can flourish in a happy, loving, healthy home — even during the coldest months.

I am now determined to not only have my very own herb garden this year but my own lemon tree as well. Here is a great post about tips to growing citrus indoors from Apartment Therapy. Check it out, and if you do invest in a lemon tree, do tell:)

All my love, Bee

Coloring outside of the lines

I can’t get over these darling chalkboard eggs. I found the idea on the blog Oleander and Palm. Dying eggs has always been a favorite of mine and I have searched for new ideas each year but this is one of the best yet. Oleander and Palm even painted rocks with chalkboard paint and kept them as a centerpiece. I’m all about fresh new idea’s and can’t wait to see what all of you think about them, too. If you need another creative idea take a look at the eggs I shared a back in January or try this idea. Never too early to plan for a beautiful Holiday such as Easter. All my love, Bee

There once was a bag

Once upon a time mom planned on cleaning the litterbox but her ADHD got the best of her & she got distracted. An hour later, Roman crawled inside of the bags she was going to use & decided it was his new favorite place –– a little place for a little guy. Mom reacted as if he had just levitated off of the ground, which resulted in copious amounts of photos.

So irritated with me right now.

Then they snuggled & decided they had just had the best day ever. The end


Someone I love dearly is currently fighting a war I wish she never had to fight. Clyde started chemo on February 27th & has been receiving heavy treatment since then. Although there is a bit of distance between us I like to think that keeping her in my thoughts, prayers, & sending lots of love gives her just a little bit more strength on this journey. If I could describe Clyde in two words it would be tough & fabulous. I have high hopes that if we all come together it will help her stay positive during this difficult time. I am also always thinking about my sweet aunties & the rest of her family at this time as it is so hard to watch someone you love try to beat cancer. I love you so very much Clyde, you are an incredible woman & will not fight this alone. Get well soon.


I’ve been taking the time to appreciate my big office window, orchids, & afternoon lattes. Sunshine & caffeine are wonderful at brightening any day. So is this song

Did I mention we have a new member here at Commander In Chic? Photos & story to follow…

(Laying on his back, sucking my finger, his toes on my desk)

Ps. Have you followed me on Instagram yet? It’s my favorite app EVA! username: commanderinchic

All our love, R&B