Black Mothers Matter

My son was about to go out for a run. “Do you have your ID?”

“Don’t have your music too loud. Just wear one ear bud”
Now I am mad because some white mothers get to just be happy that their kid is healthy and active. 

I gotta stress about him surviving the run because he is a 20something Black Man. 

#BlackLivesMatter

Mother’s Love, Apron strings and my thoughts on parenting

Mother’s Love and Growing Up

So, here is my theory on parenting:lil teamRomeo

  • Approach everything with LOVE first, especially when you want to smack the taste out of their little (or not so little) mouth.
  • What is the lesson you want the child to learn? Are you an example of that, reinforcing that? Get creative. This is more than your legacy. This is their LIFE.be the person
  • Your job as a Parent is to put yourself out of a job. You children should grow up to be the most whole and happy and capable adult possible. You are going to participate in the creation of a new PEER!
  • Failures and setbacks are a “WE” analysis.  clair huxtable big funSuccesses and accomplishments are a “YOU” (the kid) analysis.
  • Your Children do not belong to you. They are not property.sidney get off my back They owe us nothing that we haven’t taught them and we owe them everthing.
  • If you believe in a Divine creator, when asked about your care of the souls placed in your care, what will your answer(s) be?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
  • As a mother, whether a single mother or not, KNOW that no one is going to stand with you and GIVE NO FUCKS!!! kerry washington fuck you smile
  • An elementary school Principal told me to cut the apron strings. I told her that I had been such a hellion all my life that my only way in to heaven was to be a really good mother. “So buckle up BITCH – it’s going to be a long bumpy ride”bette-davis-bumpy-ride-gif
  • A high school principal accused me of being a helicopter parent. – I told her that I was in fact a jellyfish parent – floating graceful and beautifully near, ready to sting at a moment’s notice, seemingly without notice, but never without cause.jellyfish
  • Parenting is a RIDE OR DIE propositions. I have always told my children that I will march through heaven and hell for them, but it better not be over some BS because when I get back –I’m coming for them.
  • Teach history, personal, family cultural history. Focus on goals not limitation – give children roots – to grow and Wings to soar.

That being said.

At some point, there is a milestone that signals the end of your job as all knowing, doing parent to the  trusted confidant, adviser parent…

Sending my first to college – I became physically ill and took to my bed for 24 hours.

Sending the second to college – I became physically ill and had to stop and throw up on the side of the road.

Sending my third off to college. I dyed my hair blonde.

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SHIT HAPPENS

what does radical motherhood look like?

What does radical motherhood look like!!

It looks like all the black dolls and action figures, which are dolls for boys.

It looks like chocolate, dark to light and midnight.

It smells like sunshine and blacker berries with sweet, sweeter juice.

It tastes like cupcakes and ice cream to celebrate how beautiful and nappy your hair is.

What does radical motherhood look like? It looks like bright smiles and warm hugs!
my baby, my chocolate drop, my sweet baby so beautiful so smart so wonderful so MINE!!

It looks like tall strong men and women who love being black, how it looks, walks, talks, smells.

“ah sookie sookie now”, “keep it 100”, bright smiles surrounded by full lips. Brilliance dripping from each word.

“are you taller than me?” “ah Ma”.
call them out those radical moms that mothered you when you didnt know, when you couldnt know, do for yourself.

Call them out those strong women, who would die for you… take on that teacher, that other parent.
who saw you and held you in the most high esteem.
Call them out!

Libation ad honor.

those women, who would slap the devil with Jesus hisself, but dont you dare lie to me.

radical motherhood making two pots of greens, one vegan one with pork
radical mother hood, reading Langston with Bey in the background
call them out
radical motherhood drinking champagne from paper ups

radical motherhood talks about condoms
radical motherhood talks about police stops
radical motherhood talks about interviews and resumes while sprinkling way too much paprika on the potato salad.

“thats my baby”

All honor and praise