flickr/Eric Kilby By Ijeoma Oluo Two years ago today I was staring at my teenage son, my precious baby, wondering if his smile was real. Wondering if I could allow myself to take comfort in a moment of his laughter. Wondering what I could do to keep him in this world as long as possible. Wondering Read more
“When you’re dealing with the borderline situation, any imperfection feels like a complete threat not only to the relationship, but to the sense of identity and the sense of safety in the world. It can go in one direction or both directions. In other words, it could be the parent transmitting to the child: If you don’t complete me, I’m going to fall apart. Or the child could take it on and feel the same way: If you don’t complete me, I’m going to fall apart. Of course, the worst of all possible worlds is when it goes back and forth.” Read more
I am a better parent because I chose to become a parent. Read more
When he gets older, remember that my sweet black son is a human being with the right to live. Read more
