I didn’t know how much love my heart could hold until I looked into his eyes.

Becoming a mother slowed me down in the most beautiful way. It rooted me. It changed the way I moved through the world. Suddenly, everything revolved around this little boy who needed me — and I needed him more than I even knew at the time.

He didn’t just grow up — he grew me up.

Now that he’s 25, I look at him and see a reflection of every prayer I whispered, every tear I hid, and every dream I carried for him when he couldn’t see it for himself. He’s not just my son — he’s one of my best friends. We talk. We laugh. We bump heads sometimes. But the love? The love never shifts.

Raising him was the making of me.

We Plant Now, So We Bloom All Summer

And let me be clear: it’s not just about the planting — it’s about the watering. It’s about the daily tending. The quiet moments when no one is watching, and it’s just you and your dream deciding to choose each other again.

Turning 50 is more than a milestone—it’s a declaration of strength, wisdom, and self-love. Oh, to Be a Black Woman is not just a hat; it’s a celebration of everything that makes us powerful. As I step into this new chapter, I am prioritizing my health, embracing my authenticity, and building a legacy that inspires generations. This is the season of intentional living, self-celebration, and standing unapologetically in my truth. Join me in honoring the beauty and resilience of Black womanhood.