An Open Letter To My Child

I'm going on twenty-five years old and family and friends are starting to wonder where you are.

They're asking if I'm preparing for you in anyway and the answer is no. 

I'm what some people would call a beautiful mess. And because I love you more than I love myself already, I'm devoted to adding structure to this mess I call my life before I welcome you in it. 

But because I'm not prepared for you doesn't mean I don't think about you. I think about you all of the time and I mainly wonder if you'll have my big eye's or not 
(I hope so). 

I'm at a time in my life that I'm not sure about much at all but I do know that one day I want to be entrusted to raise you to be a human being that fights for their seat at the table and wins. 

I want to teach you that black women are invaluable and black men are sovereign. 

I'll want you to know that you weren't created by accident, but because of an assignment you're destined to complete in your lifetime. 

Your existence will be on purpose and you will be purposeful. 

I can tell you what you're capable of. I can tell you who you come from and what you can learn from those of us that lived through what you'll soon face. 

But I'll never attempt to tell you who you are.

 That's a journey I'll send you on in confidence knowing that you'll discover yourself in due time.  

 All I can do is provide a stable, supportive environment for you to embark on that journey yourself  so that you can show me who you are.. and more importantly, 

show the world - Unapologetically. 

I Love You