The birth of my first niece occurred at 4:30 p.m. . A rush of emotions overwhelmed my senses as I attempted to grasp how I would approach an innocent (MY blood) born to THIS world. What could be done to save the tomorrow’s for her? Would she be able to procreate when she is twenty given the rate of many of the diseases poised to reduce the global population? Would she be able to drink clean water by the time she is thirty?
Everything that I had lived as a tall, woman of color at once came rushing to the very real obstacles that await the unsuspecting foundling, currently content with being warm, fed on time, changed when soiled and comforted when cold, lonely and in need of affection.
I think for now, I’ll just focus on those little things and worry about the big stuff later. We need to enjoy our children. Love them long, well and fully….protect them the best we can and teach them to make the right choices as the approach their own epiphanies in realism.