New Economy of a Single Black Mother: Investment & Material Gains
I may be the most grateful about being a mother. I cannot separate the difference between being M's mother from just being a mother because I can't compare being her mom to anything, no feeling nor experience compares. I love my baby. I pour myself, often graciously, into nurturing her well-being and development. I believe in and invest in her ability to live fully. The thought of her can bring tears of reverence and joy to my eyes- Having met her, I know that I have nothing to prove and nothing more to ask. I am not self-less. This material life has fulfilled me beyond my own comprehension; I am caregiver to a child. It is opulent to cradle this child when she is well or ill. When she sits with me in our car, my compact feels more like a luxury SUV. Our songs sung laughingly together sound angelic. So many compliment her beauty; I feel myself exquisite beside her. And my ideas about success have completely shifted from what they were before M. Success is picking her u...
