Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Endangered Species - African American Men


I am so blessed to be married to a wonderful Endangered Species.  I said it right.  We are in an age where someone walking down the street with a Hoodie on being construed as a threat.  No visible gun, just a Hoodie and some snacks (Trayvon Martin). This is 2012, and I am afraid that I am raising two little Endangered Species that mean the world to me.  This is 2012, and there is an unspoken mentality that African American Men are a threat.  This is so far from the truth because they are the ones being threatened.  




They are growing up in a world where their only aspirations are to grow up in jail or to not grow up at all.  Some African American women don't help them have any more aspirations than these.  I feel that there is such a vicious cycle of unwed young African American women (girls) having sons that grow up with no role models, no fathers, and never really learn the true meaning between right and wrong.  Then, those sons have children by young women (girls) to keep the cycle moving downward.  These men and women don't see the true purpose that God has laid out for them.  Many of them don't go to church, don't see any inkling of a better life for themselves.  They have this ENTITLEMENT mentality instead of having a HARD WORKER mentality.  

So, I read an Essence article last week written by an author called " Real Talk: What Does It Mean to Raise a Black Boy?"  It explained how some famous Caucasian women can adopt African American children.  I was floored for so many reasons.  

#1 She points out Charlize Theron was born and raised in South Africa.  So, she is AFRICAN.  Adopting an African American child would fit her just fine, right?  I mean come on.  What are the odds for this African American child to be adopted in the first place, let alone by an African woman?  How lucky is it that this child doesn't have to grow up in an orphanage, group home, aged out system, but is given a chance at a wonderful life?  These endangered species have been given the opportunity to be brought up in a home that they will not have to “want” for anything.  They were chosen to be loved, not forced! 

#2 Again, who else will adopt them?  I would rather every child be adopted, but that is definitely not the case in this day and age.  I would have understood this article more if this author had adopted a few kids of her own, better yet adopted a few African American boys of her own.  But, that isn't the case.  

I can't imagine a world without these Endangered Species.  I grew up in a time where African American Grandfathers were considered an Endangered Species to me.  Both of my grandfathers died when I was around seven-years-old.  I can barely remember their mannerisms, quirky sayings, anecdotes, etc.  I noticed that a few of my African American friends' grandfathers died when they were young if they had a grandfather at all.  A lot of my friends of other nationalities had their grandfathers from elementary through high school and beyond. 

My Endangered Species husband strives every day to be the father that he didn't have.  To be everything that our children need him to be.  To help them become productive HARD WORKING citizens of this great nation.  That's what God has told him to be, and he has taken that charge.

I see now that I need to amend my Endangered Species from African American Grandfathers to just African American Men.  Speaking as the wife of an Endangered Species, and the mother to twin Endangered Species pre-schoolers, I pray and strive to take them off the Endangered Species list.

Signed,
Concerned Conservationist
Do you think White women are capable of raising Black boys?

Read more:http://www.essence.com/2012/03/19/real-talk-what-does-it-mean-to-raise-a-black-boy#ixzz1qKZtIFfy
Demetria L. Lucas is the author of “A Belle in Brooklyn: The Go-to Girl for Advice on Living Your Best Single Life” (Atria), in stores now. Follow her on Twitter @abelleinbk

Read more:http://www.essence.com/2012/03/19/real-talk-what-does-it-mean-to-raise-a-black-boy#ixzz1qKZmmj8t

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Spontaneous Combustion

I call my last pregnancy "Spontaneous Combustion" because we could not get pregnant (like we were both pregnant, but anyway).  So, before the doctor started to prescribe alternative methods, she told me to do one thing.  GAIN WEIGHT!  I am a little embarassed to say that because so many people usually have to lose weight before getting pregnant.  Long story short - about 2 and a half months later, we were pregnant with TWINS :-)  Then, a couple of months after that we found out that they were two boys.  Oh Joyful Day!


Future Angelo Lilly III and Frederick Douglas Lilly III were born five weeks early because Frederick decided he needed more space.  His water broke, and I had a C Section about three hours later.



The Twizzles are about 2.5 in this shot.  Go to their blog to see more of my blessings.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Have you smelled your blessings lately?

Thanksgiving is here, and the Christmas holidays are around the corner.  Now is the time to take a moment and "smell" your blessings.  I posted this last year on FB, and I got so many responses about it.  Here is my thinking of this:  We smell strong perfume, old coffee, cigarette smoke, smelly feet, stinky lunches, and so much more all day long while at work, grocery store, the gym, etc.  I tend to get mad when I smell bad things because they bother my nose so much.  Then, I thought about it one day, "Why don't I smell my blessings when I get home?"  We talk about it all the time "My children smell so "different" after playing in the rain, playing in the mud, just plain playing."  Isn't that smell so much better than the everyday smells that we put ourselves through.  So, one of my mottos is "Have you smelled your blessings?"  My blessings think that I am crazy because I will literally smell them.  I think they are getting used to it now, but I can't get enough of what God has allowed me to have.

So, take a big whiff of those blessings on Thursday (and every other day), say a little prayer for them, and thank your Heavenly Father for what He has given you.