Sharing: 20 Irreplaceable Life Lessons I’ve Learned From My Gemini Mom

Great advice.


Dakota CorbinAlways late in picking me up from school, or my ballet class, mum was always busy, running around errands, even for people she barely knew. At a certain point in my childhood, I started feeling neglected. Still, I had a mum who was active, played like a kid, and who at times would totally…


From the last week of July.

Note: I was so close to trashing this post. I even had a difficult time titling it. Than my inner self said it’s okay to share this. People might actually get it. So here it is. Sara

Both my blogs might get more shorter portions. Personally, I felt awful when I couldn’t do huge detail like I wished. So, I decided short is better than none at all.
Then I realized when I changed my other blog to an even more simpler theme I got excited. It was a beauty and I was proud. To be honest I needed a break from Starting Over and decided to give My Journey Through Life a facelift with a grand opening. Ok that is my city girl side talking. 

Another thing I actually was very close to walking out on my Twitter account. Yes, I am so proud of networking than I realized people I thought were following me actually blocked me. Talk about a shove in the ego. Thankfully I talked myself out of it. I will just let people do the clicking and keep going.

For the folks who think I can puts stuff out when I can…. Guess what it doesn’t work that way. I have been trying to explain it without complaining. Consider me an artist with my words painting a bigger picture. I actually got a comment that described that. It made me feel pretty good.

On both blogs, I have expressed that I have been tense lately. I think that plus the cold weather caused my body to go on strike. It’s been pretty rough. I am just getting over a bug so I might seem extra spicy with my words or attitude. It was suggested that I write in the second person point of view. I felt kind of sad because a lot of the time I am putting myself in another person’s shoes and seeing the world from their point of view.

On my LinkedIn profile, I describe myself as a caregiver. It is true because my mom has Post-Polio Syndrome which has her slowing down a bit. Trust me the word disabled was not in our vocabulary except when parking the car, “Ooh there is a handicap spot!”

Being her helper is teaching me that sometimes you are judged by your appearance. Like for example in the West there are so many assistance for a person with a disability lifts for example to get them in and out of cars, buses, and other uses of transportation. Here in my native land we are lucky if there is a ramp that gets my mom’s wheelchair around without getting stuck. People literally stare at my mom whenever we go places possibly thinking “what are you doing here?” Is it really that unbelievable that a person in a wheelchair can go into a cafe? 

There are times I share things on Facebook because several people know I came on this trip to help my mom. I also use my blogs as a way to explain how I live from experience and action. I myself deal with my own situations differently from others my age. I was dealt this life that many others would run from.  

So, with that you can see how I want to give hope to others and inspire them to not give up. Trust me I know.

Until next time be a light in the darkness and help others in need.

My Journey Through Life can be a stepping stone to your Starting Over at whatever stage you are.

Facebook friends/followers:

Hi everybody!

Yes I am still here.  I haven’t dropped out of sight yet.  I tried to message people through WhatsApp but I could be doing it wrong.  I am improving my craft and healing.

I have tried getting online, but get that it’s taking too long to connect. So when the time comes I expect lots of notifications.

For those sending friend requests please understand I am not ignoring it.  For my relatives we are hanging tough and growing strong.  For my support group I am smiling and drinking tea and water.  For my former coworkers I am impressing people with my high-fi training.

All in all I am riding life’s roller coaster with the belt on tight.  I am not taking on too much that I can’t handle.  My feet are standing with just a few wobbles.

I would rather be a blessing than anything else.

I just want to let everyone know I am here.  Waving hello to each day. Hope to keep in touch one way or another.


Sharing:  Deep Water

One of my favorite bloggers. She tells it like it is. It is a kindered spirit in healing ones body. ~Sara

So tonight, forgive me, but I’m going to reblog one of my favorite posts from 2016. We’ve been dealing with a family emergency, so I haven’t had 2 minutes to sit down and write to you, my dear friends. So thank you for giving me an extra couple days here. This post is ringing true in […]

1/30/16 Wanted

Wanted: The feeling everyone wants to experience1/30/16
The last few days I have been going through my mind whether to take a writing opportunity that I was offered. Because of the language barrier, I was afraid that I would not be able to do it. I was discouraged because I could not keep up with language and social scene of a normal Ethiopian. 
For my friends and family who might wonder what I am taking about… well I am an Ethiopian American. I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would be living or even visiting Ethiopia the land of my birth. When I was a young adult I would ask my dad when will get to see my hometown. Each time he answered that, I was not ready yet. He knew that the culture and environment might not be something I was prepared to see.
Now that I have been here for a while, I am beginning to understand what he meant. When you get off the plane in Addis, nothing seems familiar or what one might expect in an African country. As you drive away from the airport, you can see the difference of the classes. It is not just wealthy, working, and low-income class. Quite the contrary there is an additional class that you might not see in the West. It is what I would call the haves and have not’s. The haves are what we would consider the wealthy class who worked hard to make that living. Than the next group you might see are the working class. These are people who are working in either restaurants, stores, hospitality business, and yes even the young person who comes up to you with a stack of books to sell is part of the working class. Finally, we see the poverty class, which is even below what we in the west consider the low-income class. Drive down the roads of Addis and you pass by groups of people lying in the streets. Sounds typical right? Well let us go down another road where you will notice in small separate groups of women with children on their backs. They come to your automobile and reach into your open window begging for a coin or some local currency.
Every day I see people who are willing to work hard to earn money to take care of their family. If they do not have a family, they are willing to do menial jobs to take care of themselves. A person is willing to travel to a foreign country if it means earning money towards a better future. What they do not realize is that it might cost them their lives or a part of themselves that nobody should give away for that extra buck.
How does this whole thing come back into my life? I understand why people do things to make a difference in their own life. When I left my family to get married, I thought I was going into a life where I was wanted and respected. Little did I know that might not have been the case. I was not the typical African American whose parents seemed wealthy by his standards. What he did not realize was my father worked hard to earn his college degrees. He went against the grain and most stereotypes to prove that he was serious. My mother did the same thing. She was young when she found out that she had polio. If her mother did not encourage her to get an education, she would have ended up a beggar on the streets. Yes, sadly people with disabilities ended up automatically on that lowest social ladder.
It has been sometime since I began this article. I had decided not to take the job as a corresponding reporter at the local magazine. I had given it my best shot, but I came to realize that it was not the right choice for me. There might be a possibility they might have used me just because I spoke English. It has come to my attention that most people I meet are either distraught that I was not taught Amharic as a child or they are envious that I was able to grow up outside of Ethiopia all together. I do not know whether to take that as a compliment or as an insult. Usually my short temper takes it as the latter.
This brings me back to my original point the feeling that everyone wants to feel is to be chosen and desired. When I got my first full-time job with benefits, I felt like a million bucks. I had no experience in retail, but I was willing to learn as much as I could so I could make some sort of difference. I always considered myself to be a jack-of-all-trades because I had so many talents and energy. At that time, I did not realize that I had Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD) that bestowed me with an energy boost and the impulse to learn things at a high speed.
These days I am trying to figure out what my identity is. For a long time I was the daughter of Pastor Sebhat’s. Then I became Sam’s wife and the mother of our son. Now three years later I am back to being Molly Sebhat. I am happy with that title because it describes my whole life. I was an Ethiopian who grew up in America. As I was preparing to graduate from high school and I finally had a chance to decide my identity. I realized that I had a gift of spelling and writing became my choice of the day. I received a scholarship with the English department at South Seattle Community College. It was the first time I was selected out from the class of 1998 for something I was good at. That was when my writing skills went full speed. I concentrated on taking creative writing courses with the beginning academic classes. Did ever feel like I did not belong in the classes? I sure did every day. I than decided to take classes that I knew would help me in whatever career I would take on. I took a keyboarding and choral class to start. I than decided to register for a two-year program at Renton Technical College so to become a Teacher’s Assistant. It was during this time that I wanted to help other children that felt like they did not matter. These kids fell through the cracks of the educational system. I proudly graduated from that program learning how to use Microsoft Office programs and how I could use the in my everyday life. With all my training, I was able to help so many people in the industries that I have touched.
Now that I am about to turn 37, I am still wondering who I am. This is what I have come up with so far. I am a Domestic Diva (thank you Google for that title I love it!) who wants to change the world one person at a time. I am using my office skills to help my family and friends when it comes to typing, researching, and number crunching. I am a writer who puts her thoughts down hoping to inspire someone. I am a long distance mother who prays her son’s safety and happiness. I am a young woman who enjoys listening, singing, and dancing to whatever music she can get her hands on. I am a person with an inner strength that shows up when she least expects it. I am wanted, loved, and appreciated by so many.

People I want to thank for being on Team Molly.

Tina, you gave me chance to see what a good friend through the good, the bad, and ugly times. Plus you alowed me to be an auntie to 3 amazing kids who were looking out for me at my hardest time.

Chrisso, what can I say but that summer tutoring was a highlight of my childhood. If I can teach my son to spell Encyclopedia it would be a gift to you. IOU a toothy grin with my hair. 😉

Jaime, who knew that a overnight stay with some interresing  couples could lead to a friendship like ours. You keep fit gf!

Stacey, God knew I needed a smart friend like you. You have showered me with prayers and gave me inspiring verses in my time of need. Be joyful and the best mother to your family. Proverbs 31 describes you in every way. Love u sister.

Jennifer/Jenn: We have a history that time can tell. You gave me a hug when I needed it. You took me to a baseball game and my son lived it from the womb. After all these years we can still finish each others thoughts and sentences. Plus you gave me the boost to go back and face “S” even when I didn’t think I could. Brownies, Ivars, and Girl Scout cookies. Those are my best memories. MB 4ever my bestie.

Sharon, I would never forget you. We are two peas in a pod with a dash of ADD. Remember telling me get those job applications it’s time to make something out of your life? You took me to my birthing classes and made sure my son was to come out healthy. The baby shower with dinosaurs that made me grin. Apparently a new mommy sounded like them. What can I say but we got him back with my quiet, self controlled statement. It is Mahlet Sebhat please. You are my mirror to prove even ADD has its perks. Love you and thanks for the patience.

Day 14 of NaBloPoMo: Will he ever know.

Every Heartbeat
Every Heartbeat (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Will he ever know how much I love him.


Will he ever know how much I cared.


When I laid him against my chest and he fell asleep.


It was the sweetest feeling in the world.


The day I looked at the test I was excited and scared.


I finally would be a mom.


I loved listening to his heartbeat every time the doctor checked.


I feel in love with his feet kicking at any spare moment.


I could feel him say “Look it me mom I am learning how to turn”.


Every time he would fall asleep curled up against me I thank the Lord for such a gift.


Mommy loves her little boy.  No matter what they say.  She would give him anything to see his smile and twinkle in his eyes.


Day 11 of NaBloPoMo: Sara in Wonderland Series

English: Alice In Wonderland
English: Alice In Wonderland (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


I thought I would do some posts about how I feel like my life is similar to the movie/story Alice in Wonderland.  I have felt like my life has decided to go backwards or a mixture of past and present.  It is humorous actually.  See my parents and I came to this country when I was very young.  So I pretty much grew up in America.  Its funny when I hear people tell stories about how their family came on the Mayflower or through Ellis Island.  I couldn’t really relate to that.  I have had people mispronounce my name in so many ways.  It started when I was in junior high all the way to when I became and adult.  As I got older I decided to go by nicknames because it got harder for people to say my name.  By the time I got my first full-time job it got easier.  It was the first time that I was identified by my name and proudly answered to it.  Its funny I worked for that company for almost 5 years.  It was the best job I had ever had.  It gave me the chance to be a person without worrying about my family ancestry.  Plus my mom loved coming by and hanging out with my co-workers.  My mom was so proud of me to get a job that I really liked and I stuck to it.  Yeah those were good days.  I finally had a point that I felt like I meant something to someone… even if that someone was customers and sales staff.  Yes I was a Customer Service Assistant at one of the biggest home electronic stores in the Northwest.


Now you might ask me…where does the backwards feeling start.  Well as I grew up my family (which was my parents and I then) started churches for the Ethiopian Community.  My father had come to America to continue his education.  My mother, who had been her before as a student, and I came along with him.  We basically started over without really starting in this new country.  My ex-husband occasionally would remind me that my family was rich and they could help us out.  I wondered where he got that idea from.  See while I was working I got my parents a new T.V. for Christmas to replace the old one we used to have growing up.  My father wasn’t so sure about me getting this big television.  I told him that I wanted them to have something nice.   The old one had been with us since I was a kid in the 80s.  I figured it was time for them to upgrade a little.  I think my dad was actually happy and just didn’t know how to show it.  Here his daughter buys them a television after all the years.  These days my dad thinks I am pretty high maintenance  I laugh and say who me… never.  I may not be able to read people’s body language well, but when it comes to customer service I could tell the consumers from the servers.  Now as I was saying my ex-husband thought we were wealthy people.  We lived in our own house and took care of each other.  What he didn’t realize was I didn’t have an easy childhood.  I had changed schools from 3rd grade until I graduated from high school.  I can brag that I have been in public, private, and home-school.  I was a scholarship student the private school years.  My parents worked hard to make sure my brother and I got an education.  Both my parents had regular jobs (to which they have retired from) while counseling and preaching to the Ethiopian community.  Sure I have shared them with kids and adults alike.  So now that I am an adult I kind would love to have an ordinary life.  Right now here is where the backwards starts…..


To be continued


Day 4 of NaBloPoMo: That free feeling.

Cabo Home
Cabo Home (Photo credit: FreeCat)


I have forgotten what it is like to be cared for.  It seems I am the one that cares for everyone.  I am trying not to feel guilty when I wonder, “What about me?”  When we moved my son’s father wanted all his stuff to be unpacked first.  His reason was because he would be going out and needed things ready for him.  For 3 years I made sure that all his needs were met professionally and personally.  I once started challenging him asking why did he have to spend so much money on things.  Don’t get me wrong I was grateful to get things.  As my mom likes to remind me… “You’re the kind of person we begged to tell us what you want.”  So now when my feelings get hurt or when I need space I say something.  If I hurt someone else I would apologize once I had calmed down.  One of the hardest things was not to get affection.  If I didn’t wash something correctly I would be woken from my sleep and sent to the kitchen to do it again.  If clothes were not folded correctly I had to do it over til it was done right.  Perish the thought if I mixed things into different drawers.  I remember going to bed crying because I felt worthless because things were done wrong.  My self-esteem that I fought so hard to build was shattered to pieces.  I think the thing that broke the camels back was when he made fun of my mother.  Now my family is very well-known in our community.  My mom worked hard to make sure children with special needs were heard.  My dad he looked out for the elderly and disabled.  I didn’t come from a wealthy family.  We all fought and worked hard for our dollar.  I was dealing with racism when I was in junior high from the very people you would never think of.  Yes I have a free feeling that I can finally break my silence.  I am not in anyone’s shadow anymore.  I can finally raise my head high and say I am a person.