Sometimes I jokingly tell people that I would kill myself if my son wouldn't have to go live with his father once I died. Death scares me a WHOLE lot less than Sean being raised by the man that made him *shivers*. It's not that I'm depressed; hell I'm tired. Being grown takes too much damn work smh. I remember when people bought all my clothes and food, paid all the bills, drove me places, etc. That was the life! In addition to the responsibility of adulthood, there's the confusion of relationships and the unforseen losses like miscarriages :-( and the obligation to persevere regardless. Despite the turmoil, I feel like I have an additional reason besides not leaving Sean with Irresponsibility Personified to keep going now!
The pieces are slowly but surely coming together for the program/center for the improvement of Black girls. I think once the girls are better, the boys won't have a choice. If we train our girls to be better and demand better, what choice do the boys have? They have to get right or get left. The key to the progression of the Black community is selfless, conscious-minded people taking the time and undertaking the responsibilty of waking our kids up and steering them in the right direction. Of course we hear all the old cliches about children being the future and how it takes a village to raise a child. But if you truly think on them, they are so true and should be taken seriously.
*HUGE craving for tomato & cucumber salad just hit me*
ok...back to the blog...
Anyway, we can't figure out a name for the program we're starting to implement, but we're developing curricula, getting the word out to local schools, and already to the point of a perspective start date. I'm so excited about it that shaking my booty isn't even celebration enough :-)
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