I carry this picture in my wallet with me every day. I found it at my grandmother's house several years ago and kept it. During moments of uncertainty, pain, or grief I look at this picture of myself and feel better. Not because I want to be that little kid again, but as a reminder to myself that the little kid in the picture has always been worthy of greatness. She has dreams to chase, accomplishments to achieve, and she will be damned if she lets anyone tell her she can't do it. It is my way of telling myself I was enough from the moment I was born! We are enough! We have always been enough!
Lately, I have felt the urge to share my thoughts on the crazy, intense pressure we face as Black women. I want to start with motherhood itself, and the belief that it completes us. Maybe some people feel that way, but I am not one of them. My latest article explores this taboo topic. Below is an excerpt. Click the link in my bio for the full article. "Being a mom is just ONE aspect of who I am as a person. Yes, it takes up more bandwidth than anything else in my life, but my self-worth is not based on being a mother. My dignity, ability to learn, advance professionally, or be accepting of excellent service should not be tied to my motherhood.
I was enough when I was a Black girl in Sunnyside. I was surrounded by love, and full of hope. I had turf wars with my sisters, took responding to a bully too far in kindergarten, and loved being around my grandparents.
I was enough when I was a teenager. I played every sport I could: basketball, track, golf, tennis, badminton, bowling, you name it. I had crushes, a boyfriend, and high school classes with some of the craziest teachers you could imagine." http://theblackishmom.com/blog/post/black-women-are-enough