I told her I was excited about this child and I needed her to be as well.
I wanted my baby to be close to her grandmother, and my mom agreed. We talked for over an hour about life, how short it is and how we should cherish what we have and who we care about.
I ended the conversation by telling her that I loved her, but she didn’t raise me to act like that. My mom grew up as a Southern Baptist woman in North Carolina during a racially segregated time.
It just means that to truly connect and communicate with someone, we must be patient, honest and loving ― especially in a time when it’s so easy to scream our opinions and then go hide behind the walls of our echo chambers. “But I told him recently that I was sick of hearing him say stupid things like he does all the time. Just months before, she was struggling to accept my interracial relationship.
If he ever said anything negative about you or your brother, or someone you cared about like Maya ... Now she was defending it, facing the status quo that she’d known for so long.
You’re always surrounded by people who don’t like you because of your skin color. You scared me, because I thought you were going to say you cheated on me!
”After that trip, I noticed my mom making more of an effort.