Mom, mommy, mother

I love you.

A mother isn’t only the person that gives you birth.

Its also the person that loves you with all they are worth.

This is why you are my mother even if I was birthed by another.

Happy Mother’s Day

This is for all those out there who don’t have children of their own but have raised, loved and helped guide someone else’s child whether it is their relative, neighbor, student, foster child etc as if they were their very own. You are a blessing and I honor you today. Thank you.

With all my love Guady G

Be Not Afraid

Fear not

Be not afraid of the darkness for I am holding your hand.

Trust in me and I shall guide you back to the light.

You may think you belong to the night although you fear it but your fear was born because your higher self remembers.

You seem to have forgotten it’s your day! Live! Shine! You are the sun.

With all my love Guady G

My wish is…

If it weren’t for you where would I be.

I certainly wouldn’t be turning three

I know what’s written is at times sappy

But your likes do make me happy

I don’t have a niche but I still love her

I’m grateful you follow my blogger.

My birthday wish is for you to have wealth, happiness and health.

Sincerely
Fluidity the blog

Fluidity was started three years ago today. I want to extend a huge thank you to everyone that has liked, commented and shared my blog posts. Happy Birthday Fluidity.

Sending Hugs from Brooklyn

Because of Claus

I’m so heart broken that this year 2020 because of the pandemic and Covid 19 this can’t happen. I know Jesse was looking forwards to it after last year when the festivities ended. He is my hero and a true hidden gem working in Chelsea, Manhattan. Next year we are back stronger than ever. Love prevails all. Happy Holidays everyone.

Enjoy this post from 2018 about my first experience being Mrs. Claus.

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Happy Holidays everyone. Last Friday I must have received over 300 hugs for I was Ms. Santa Claus for the children’s holiday party at my job.  I had never done that before and figured I would give it a try.  I must tell you that it was not that easy.

At first it was exciting to see the young smiling faces and the appreciative parents but after a while my head hurt. The wig was so tight I felt my brain would ooze out of my eye sockets. The glasses indented the bridge of my nose and the sides of my head. Yes ouch!! My face hurt from all the smiling.  There were so so many photos!  This all occurred after 30 mins and I had volunteered for the entire 4 hr shift. What was I thinking? Now I understand why when I mentioned it to coworkers they all said good luck.
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After an hour my mouth was parched. Thank goodness someone had placed a water bottle below my well decorated chair.  I chugged it like a lost soul on a desert.  I then decided to look beside me and was surprised by what I saw.

Santa dear old Saint Nick is a coworker of mine named Jesse. He is in his 60s and just had major back surgery less than a year ago.  If I wanted to plop on the floor he surely must have also but I was so wrong.

Now it was nearly three hours later and he bellowed out his laughter with the same energy and passion he had when he first had started. “Ho ho ho Merry Christmas. What grade are you in? “ He had this twinkle in his eyes and his cheeks were rosy red. I had only a wig on but he had the hair wig, the fake beard that wrapped around his head plus the hat.

I asked him if he was tired. Did he need a break? Did he want water? Was he uncomfortable in his outfit?  His answer was: No. I’m okay. I was floored and then learned he played Santa every year. Yes he was Santa for the previous 15 years. Would you have done it? Would you worked a full day as manager of facilities and then sit for 4 hours without a break and barely drink water?

That’s exactly what he did. How did he do it?  He told me he loved being Santa because it brought him joy to see the smiles on the children’s faces.  I then decided to see the world through Jesse’s eyes and something  inside me clicked.

All of a sudden I had a burst of energy. Nothing hurt anymore or perhaps I was just numb from the tight wig but I was happy.  Every time I looked at Jesse I was overwhelmed with love and appreciation for his personality, his compassion, his patience and his great love for Christmas.
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Jesse is my hero and I admire him today and feel blessed to have witnessed it so close-hand. Superheroes in the movies get dressed up and save the day.  Jesse put a costume on that day and saved so many.  There were parents that could not afford to purchase their children a gift, and there were adults including the NYPD that had glimpses into the joy that they had lost.  I’m referring to the joy you have when you are young and believe in Santa Claus.

He saved me that day too because as Ms. Santa Claus I could also make a difference in someone’s life.  I was reminded that if the driving force in what we do is love then nothing else matters.  Love makes pain and fatigue dissipate. I see now how Jesse sat 4 hours without a break and barely drinking water —-it was love. His Merry Christmas at the beginning and at the end were said with the same joy because of love.

Thank you Jesse for being wonderful. You are truly a super hero. I was Ms. Santa Claus that day and I feel proud to have volunteered beside you.  I look forwards to volunteering next year again.

With much love
Guady G.
Hugs from Brooklyn

Lost in Thoughts


Sitting on this moving train with many ideas brewing in my brain.

My jeans feeling tight after so much eating last night.

It’s the day after Thanksgiving and I’m not feeling so right. So many ideas yet I’ve got nothing to write.

People coming in and others going out. Everyone looks so sad. I know what that’s about. Continue reading “Lost in Thoughts”