Brenda Fadeyibi

Posts by Brenda Fadeyibi

Posts by Brenda Fadeyibi

Brenda Fadeyibi

9 days ago

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Running back to myself

Ten months. It was the first time since having the baby that I’ve stepped on a treadmill. I stepped on gingerly at first, not sure if my body remembered how to run anymore. Running had never been my favorite pastime; it was simply something I did because it helped with weight loss. I almost fell, too focused on choosing the right “get hype” music on my phone while simultaneously…

2 months ago

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Guilt

I spend most of my days filled with guilt. It stains my cheeks, I can’t get it off my hands, and it weighs heavily on my shoulders. Since becoming a mother, along with fatigue, guilt has been my constant companion. While playing with my son, I glance over at the sink filled with dishes and instantly feel guilty. If I run to him too quick when he cries, the…

3 months ago

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The Introvert Mama

Remember the movie, Eat, Pray, Love? Liz and her friends discuss words that best describe their current selves. I can’t remember Liz’s word, but growing up my word was shy. I hate the word shy. With a burning passion. Haitian adults loved to say, “Don’t be shy?’, only with their heavy accents, it sounded more like shine. Lol. I wore the label around my shoulders, like a…

4 months ago

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Note to Self

In just eight days, things done changed. Drastically. It’s easy to succumb to the overwhelming feeling of despair that threatens to keep us in our bed, with the covers thrown over our heads. We can’t do that. There are a million reasons why we must get up each day. Mine is my baby boy, my son. No matter how horrible of a day I am having or had…

4 months ago

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Happy Six months, Baby boy

Six months. I can barely whisper those words without disbelief. Every time I look at your face, I still cannot believe you once resided inside my womb. I still can’t believe there was a time I didn’t have every feature of your beautiful face memorized. I used to stare at the ultrasound imagining what life with you would be like. Now my phone exists just to take pictures…

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