Sessi. Dancing Corners

Tag: family

  • 3 Lessons My Dad Taught Me

    3 Lessons My Dad Taught Me

    I grew up with divorced parents, so both of them taught me different things. Almost the same lessons, but not in the same way.

    My parents grew up together too, but they did not have an easy life. They were both in survival mode in their own ways. My dad taught me resilience, never quitting, the value of hard work, discipline, and staying true to my values.

    The first lesson my dad taught me was hard work and discipline.

    He taught me the importance of consistency, whether it was working out, reading a book, or doing the things we say we want to do. He showed me that discipline is not always loud or glamorous. Sometimes it is just showing up every day, even when you do not feel like it.

    I still carry that lesson with me. I still try to stay consistent with my body, my goals, and the things that matter to me.

    The second lesson my dad taught me was resilience and never quitting.

    He never gave up, even when life threw challenges at him. He went through the Marines, life changes, childhood lessons, and things that could have made him bitter, but instead, he learned from them. He passed that strength down to me and my brother.

    Even my uncle was like a big brother to him, and I think those relationships shaped him too. Because of my dad, I do not quit on the things I love. I fight for my dreams, my family, and the life I want.

    The last lesson my dad taught me was staying true to my values.

    This one might be the lesson I understand more as I get older. My dad showed me how important it is to stand your ground, especially when it comes to family and the people you love.

    He also taught me that not everyone deserves access to you. People show you who they are by how they treat you, and you have to pay attention. He used to explain it with animals and how they move — basically, always be aware, stay ready, and do not be surprised when people act exactly how they have already shown you they can act.

    That lesson stuck with me because it taught me to love people, but also protect myself.

    I thank my dad for every lesson he taught me. Because of him, I know how to work hard, keep going, love my family, and stay true to myself. I appreciate him and love him so much. Happy Father’s Day to the man who taught me strength by the way he lived. 🤍

  • 3 Life Lessons My Mother Taught Me Without Even Trying

    3 Life Lessons My Mother Taught Me Without Even Trying

    My mother is one of the most selfless people I know.

    She loves with an open heart and giving hands, and in return, she has taught me what it means to love other people. Not just when it’s easy. Not just when life is perfect. But through the hard parts, the sacrifices, and the moments where you have to keep going even when you’re tired.

    Even though my mom did not have the easiest childhood, she never let that stop her from raising my brother, my sister, and me differently. She gave us what she never had, but in her own way. My mom made sure we went on vacations. She made sure my brother and sister stopped being bullied. She made sure we went to good schools. She fought for our education so we could learn better and not feel stuck.

    She did all of this while going to school to become a nurse and working. That alone taught me resilience. Watching her work hard, push through, and still show up for us taught me that I can have a lot on my plate and still reach my goals.

    I admire that about her. I admire her strength. I admire her heart. I admire the way she kept going.

    My mom also taught me gratitude and positivity. She taught me to appreciate what I have because tomorrow is never guaranteed. She taught us manners and all the little things that come with being kind, respectful, and thoughtful.

    She also taught us the importance of family.

    Growing up, we went to two different churches. On Sundays, my titi would come over, or we would go to her house. Both sides of the family showed me what it means to stay connected, to show up, and to value the people who love you.

    The last lesson my mom taught me is kindness and empathy.

    She taught me to choose kindness when I can. To forgive others. To help when someone needs it. To understand that life is too short to carry every heavy thing forever. You never know what life will take from you, give to you, or teach you along the way.

    I thank my mom, and I adore her.

    I hope she never feels underappreciated. I hope she gets to live her life fully and know how much she has given to us, not just by what she did, but by who she is.

    Because the truth is, my mother didn’t just teach me lessons.

    She became them.

  • The View Was Worth the Detour

    The View Was Worth the Detour

    I booked The Edge with my friend because I wanted to see everything New York had to offer from way up high. And honestly? The view was amazing.

    But let me rewind to how we even got to that moment.

    On Saturday, I had to work my usual Saturday shift, but I got to work with my brother, which always makes the day more fun. After work, we went home for a bit before heading out to meet my cousin and her boyfriend. They balance each other very well very cute together and it was nice getting to spend a little time with family before the city adventure officially began.

    Then came the rain.

    And New York has a full blown love affair with rain. I swear I am always there when it’s raining. There’s this saying about “rain writes stories sun could never tell,” and that stuck with me as I stepped into my new decade and made my way through the city.

    I took the walk to my friend’s apartment while it was still raining, slightly lost in the process, but somehow enjoying it anyway. There’s something about New York in the rain that feels chaotic, cinematic, and weirdly comforting all at once.

    Finally, I made it to my friend’s apartment after Google Maps decided to send me on a little detour before actually letting me arrive. Classic. We grabbed soup dumplings and fried rice at Nan Xiang, which is one of my favorite spots in New York.

    Because nothing says “rainy city adventure” like getting a little lost, finding your people, and rewarding yourself with dumplings.

    Saturday was the detour. Sunday was the view

    The next day was when the real Edge adventure happened.

    On Sunday, we went to Starbucks Reserve before heading to The Edge. And let me just say: espresso martini flights? A dangerous little blessing. We tried different flavors from ube to matcha, the original, and more and it felt like the perfect pre adventure stop.

    We sat, sipped, laughed, and had one of those good conversations about life that makes you realize how much you needed the moment. Sometimes the best part of a day isn’t even the big plan itself, but the little pockets of honesty and connection before you get there.

    After Starbucks Reserve, we headed to The Edge to finally take in the scenery. Seeing New York from that high up was unreal. The city looked endless buildings, lights, movement, stories everywhere. We took pictures, talked to some of the people who worked there, and just let ourselves enjoy being tourists for a little while.

    And honestly? Sometimes that’s the best way to experience New York with a friend, a loose plan, a little caffeine, a little chaos, and a view that reminds you how big life can still feel.

    After that, we headed home, tired but happy, with pictures, memories, and another New York story added to the collection.

    Maybe that’s what I loved most about the weekend. It reminded me that even when the plan shifts, the rain starts, or the map takes you the long way, there can still be something beautiful waiting at the top

  • Aunt Jake’s Pasta Making Experience

    Aunt Jake’s Pasta Making Experience

    I was still riding the high from my birthday everyone was celebrating me, taking time out of their day to send love and make me feel special. The next adventure? A trip into the city with my cousin and my forever friend. We were all set to kick off the new year right.

    It was early January, which basically means you roll the dice on the weather could be negative two, could be snow, could be rain. Of course, we got rain. I grabbed Ubers both ways because I didn’t want anyone getting sick just for coming out to celebrate me. That was love.

    We arrived at Aunt Jake’s for the pasta-making class, and let me tell you it was a vibe. We made four different types of pasta (I’m pretty sure it was rigatoni, noodles, spaghetti, and…something else, but I was sipping, okay?). The two instructors were funny and easygoing, and the whole class was just full of good energy. Everyone had their drinks, people were chatting it up, and we were all learning how to roll, shape, and cut pasta like pros.

    After the class, the three of us sat down for our three-course meal. We each picked different appetizers, mains, and of course dessert. Our conversation flowed so naturally, filled with laughter, more drinks, and plates of food that just kept coming.

    What made the night even more special was how my cousin and my forever friend instantly clicked. That matters to me family is everything, and now my forever friend is family. I’ll always remember that night. I’ll always appreciate the way they showed up for me. And I already can’t wait to plan the next outing with them.

    The Aunt Jake’s pasta-making experience? 10/10. Highly recommend date night, girls’ night, solo night…whatever your heart desires. Just go.