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Tuesday, June 23, 2015


June 23, 2015

"Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.  I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God in whom I trust." Psalm 91:1-2

I have been quiet for a while on this issue.  At this point, I don't even know what the relevance is for me to say this, and I don't even know who will bother to read what I write.  I realize that ignoring it, and keeping quiet will not take away the thoughts and feelings I have inside; thus I feel the need to put my finger to the keyboard, so here I go...I am the mother of a black son.  Before any of this racism news became so relevant, I thought about raising my son in this world as a black male. He is 18 months old and I hear ALL the time, "Your son is so cute!"  In my mind, I often wonder, "What will you think of him when he gets older?  Will he scare you as a black teenage boy or man?" Yes he's cute.  But he's also black.  Therefore, he'll grow up to be a black man!  My “cute son” who will someday grow up to be a black man who someone might identify as a thug or criminal based on the color of his skin…No disrespect, I appreciate the compliment.  But this is what I live with EVERYDAY.  Being African American/Black, I've experienced racism, UGLY first hand from kids AND adults as a child and still as an adult.  I've had family members experience it.  I'm married to a black man, who happens to be one of the MOST HONORABLE, and LOVING people I know; however, because of his skin color, he has been profiled and accused of some very ridiculous things. Each day I look at social media, my heart breaks a little more seeing all the hate happening in our world surrounding race.  I don't fear for myself as much as I fear for my children and their well being.  It is overwhelming, and I am honestly at the breaking point.  This is a reality I, as a BLACK MOM cannot escape.  So what do I do?  Live in fear and teach my children to be doormats to people that will judge them by their skin color in hopes that they'll be left alone???  No...that just doesn't sit well with me.  Say what you will about religion.  Though I wouldn't call myself religious. I'd call myself a CHRIST FOLLOWER.  If that offends you, so be it.  But with everything going on around me each day, my only peace and hope comes from my faith in HIM.  Without it, I will continue to live in fear and worry about my children and their well being.



  1. Well said prima. Peace and Love always.

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  3. Your son will be Amazing, because of who his parents are. The fact that you are even concerned tells me that you are a kind and loving mother. All you can do is have faith that God will put your son and your husband both where he wants them, when he wants them there, and if they face a trial that God will walk through that storm with them. I pray that they will learn and grow through these storms in live and that they will be minimal. I am a white mother of five children. Color does not define you, it does not make you who you are inside. The only person that determines your joy and peace within is you, and God. I agree with your whole entry. I hear you. I see it. I deal with it in my daily life. I am white, but I dated a Jamaican. The beginning of my blog tells of a great love story. I ended up shattered, but it wasn't because of his color. I love your blog.

    1. Kimberly, thank you so much for sharing your thoughts and your encouraging words! And thank you for reading. I'd love to read your blog!!!! God bless you as well!