Black Motherhood: A Hood Like No Other
By the time you read this, it is my hope that mothers have been showered with lots of love and appreciation for all that they do all year round. I want to bring focus on black mothers because from what I see, they are truly some of the most underappreciated people on this planet. I have seen it in my immediate family, as well as many other loved ones and it always irked me to see that they could do everything under the sun, yet it would still not be enough.
While my personal and family lives have been a little bit of a tornado, to say the least... A lot of my qualities have derived from watching my own mother be all that she could be to us, but to other children in our community as well. No matter how much we had, or didn't have, my mother always made room for others as if they were her own. Yet, as I continued to grow, I noticed that this was not necessarily the way of life in society when it came to black mothers. Black mothers, quite frankly, get left out of a lot things. They get left behind, on purpose. A lot.
From black mothers, I have learned tangible acts of support, no matter what you have. I have learned that you can create a flavorful meal, no matter what is left in the cupboards. I have seen black mothers show up, time after time, for so many in various communities and yet, I do not feel that this is reciprocated to the point that they can allow themselves to take a minute to ''breathe'' without being accused of not doing or being enough.
If black mothers are doing what they are doing now, without all the support that they need, and still manage to make things work and raise the bar for their children; imagine what wonders they could accomplish with the support of their communities? Just imagine! While we may continue to reap the benefits of the endless sacrifices that these overlooked women experience, at some point we have to stop being complacent. We can and must do better.
You don't get to diss those mothers, yet start clapping on the basketball courts for the children they raised while working countless jobs, and dealing with school boards that were already calling their children nuisances. You just don't. This makes no sense.
There are so many ways we can show up for black mothers and their children, but first I think some of us may need to unpack what society has taught us about them and what and who they truly are; because I assure you, the difference is grand.
Not to be cheesy but, I truly feel that as long as there is at least one black mother around; it's not the end of the world, just yet. And, if it is, I am in good company because in the end, black mothers will protect and fight with all their might. They are truly goddesses; nothing less.