Black mothers are warriors. Every day is another fight for survival. We battle systematic racism and structural violence with our babies on our hips. We do it with our heads held high and a smile on our face. Our bodies are filled with battle scars. Our bodies remember all the mircoaggressions and every inherited trauma. Our cells know the fears and the fight of our foremothers.
Let us hold space for each other on our unique paths to healing. Not everyone has the support/ resources to do "what is best", as we are all doing OUR best.
Remember the value of everything you do each day as mothers. It's not just for our children, but their children as well. We are here because our ancestors survived. Our goal now is not just for our children to survive but for them to thrive!
When we breastfeed our babies, we are engaged in an exchange of love and trust. These are real nutrients that our children will need for their journeys. These are the nutrients that many of us mamas still need. Love and trust is the medicine of our breasts. There is no plant, prayer or potion more powerful than a mother's milk.
So proud of the pepper she picked and the moth she carried from the house to the garden.
Independent, curious you. How lucky we are to know and love you.
Any beautiful movies you’ve seen recently?🙏🏼👂🏼✨ Haven’t watched anything for ages!😱 @instahubx
If only it was as easy as it looks!✌🏼 Have been wearing my little @generallyworn dress and @larofficial scarf for the third day in a row⚡️
I forgot what I’m saying- it was 46 degrees in Lisbon yesterday!💁🏻♀️
Motherhood. Ik ben net op een fijn strandje geweest en zag deze prachtige moeder. Ik durfde eerst niet, maar heb haar gevraagd om wat fotos met mijn iPhone van haar te maken... Ze was zo mooi in haar zwangere lijf, daar had ik destijds wel wat van kunnen leren. Ik kon mijn ogen niet van haar afhouden en de liefde tussen haar en zoontje was zo puur ✨.