A Reflection
It would be easier for me to wish you a Happy Mother’s Day. We could move on to gifts, flowers, breakfast in bed, hand-made cards, and laughter. It would be easier for me to do this — if I were not a Black child. But as I am one, it is harder to turn an eye to unfettered joy when I am confronted with the truth daily: To bring a Black child into this world, knowing what awaits them, is to be willing to always have your head in…
