At 18 weeks I found out I was having a little boy…and I cried. Like, for real cried. I look at the beautiful, friendly 17 month old that speaks to and hugs anyone within arms distance and cry inside because while he is “adorable” and “sweet” and “precious” NOW, there will come a time when I will have to tell him how this world devalues little black boys like him.
When does that change for you? When does he go from adorable to a threat to you? At what age do you become afraid of him? Give me a heads up so I can get the fuck up out of here…is it 10, 11…what?
I’m not begging you to value me or mines…
You will not hashtag my son.