A Black Mother’s Magic

There’s this weird correlation between black people and entertainment. Throughout my life, I’ve heard so many comedians, celebrities and common folk joke about their experiences growing up with a black mother like its some sort of entertainment. The majority of it consists of some sort of unorthodox, violent chastisement. I recall a friend of mine saying her mom threw a lamp at her head for rolling her eyes at her. I know a few people who laugh about getting a whipping with an extension cord. The Bible says “Spare the rod & spoil the child” but some of the tales we joke about actually left physical and emotional scars that continue to follow us for the rest of our lives.

What about the stories we never speak of? What happened to all those nurturing memories of A Black Mother’s Magic? The magic a Black Mother carries doesn’t need a magic wand nor any hocus pocus magic words to be activated. This magic is fueled by Black Love and recharged by the sun.

Who else in this universe can instantly heal a wound by kissing it? I smile with amazement remembering how my mother could make a 3 course meal out of mere beans, rice and a box of cornbread. Let’s not forget the disappearing act. A Black Mother can make ever ounce of stress, worry and anguish vanish just by looking you in the eyes. That magical eye contact solidifies and reinforces comfort & plants reassurance that everything will be ok.

I challenge our community to break that stigma that being raised by a Black Mother is abusive. I grew up without a lot of things but I wouldn’t change my childhood experiences for the world. Every day was a magic show and each show was more amazing & impressive than the last. Being raised by a Black Mother is honestly the greatest show on Earth.