Business As Usual
I saw me blowing the dust off of my keyboard.
I heard the click clack of the keys as I happily typed; as I got back to business …business as usual.
I’d love to be able to say that there was joy attached to what I saw.
It will never be business as usual. Blogging as a Black mom who is raising a Black son will never be business as usual.
I started this blog with the intention of sharing my journey. I never intended to be haunted by the images of Black bodies being plastered across my Instagram stories & #sayhername hashtags every time I tapped the colorful icon. I never intended to be constantly reminded that I’m not just a mom. More than that, I’m a Black mom. I have a Black son who will never even get a chance to understand what it’s like to just be. While this post is a little redundant, I felt it necessary to acknowledge that it will NEVER be business as usual. Every time I craft a new post, I will consider the Black moms who no longer have the luxury of hugging their kids or telling their kids how much they love them. I will think of the moms who now only possess the memories shared with their little Black babies. My work here continues but it is NEVER business as usual.