Category: future

June 7, 2012 I joined a sisterhood that no one can even understand until they join the club, the sisterhood of being a mother. After I became a mother a remembered that my mother would always say, you will understand what I mean when you become a mother, and I must say I truly understand everything she has ever told me.  God gave me to opportunity to be a mother to the world’s most precious gem, a black man child. The African American male is the world’s most feared, but most powerful human being that God has placed on this earth and the sad thing about the whole thing is that he does not know his potential. So, now I am on this wonder, amazing journey of being a mother to my son and I am thankful, joyous, and very concerned about my child’s future.

 Some may be wondering how did this all come about, and I must say that I have always wanted to speak about  being a mother, as it is so amazing, but after hearing the verdict against George Zimmerman a few weeks ago, I just had to get some of my thoughts out. The night when George Zimmerman was found not guilt of all counts against him in the murder of Trayvon Martin really showed me that history is now but just being presented in a different form and that something has to be done, but what.  I was up late just looking at the walls and the ceiling trying to figure out what can I do to help to create change in this world for my son, what can I do to make sure that he will have a chance to become the person God wants him to become, what can I do to make sure that this does not happen again, what can I do? And while I was thinking about what I could do Lee, my son, woke up and I had to go see what was wrong with him. After I got him to go back to sleep, I began to realize that changing the world starts in my house by teaching my son to honor and respect himself.  Changing the world starts with me being a parent, with me being his mother.

We (African-Americans) have to realize that we have to continue telling the stories of our ancestors so future generations don’t forget what happen, but we also have to teach our child to be better than we were. The only way to change the world is to change ourselves. We have to think differently and be smart in order for the world to think differently about the African-American race. Even though a lot of African-Americans think they don’t represent each other, when I reality we do and we owe it to our ancestor to keep moving forward to make sure this world changes for the better of every American.

So, my motherhood journey has began. And I have realized that I must set rules in place for my son now in order for him to be a respectable, strong, intelligent, honorable African-American man. Well, that’s all for now but I will keep you all update about my motherhood journey. In the mean time you all can share some of your motherhood stories. Until next time…