Hey Momma
I know there are so many things that you sacrificed just so my sister and I could have a better life. Don’t worry, your sacrifices have not been in vain. Just watch, the rest of your life will be the best of your life…I promise you that!
I know there are so many things that you sacrificed just so my sister and I could have a better life. Don’t worry, your sacrifices have not been in vain. Just watch, the rest of your life will be the best of your life…I promise you that!
You’re more than a cousin to me. More like a sister. I honestly don’t know how I would have turned out if you weren’t in my life. I hope this is one of the happiest most successful years of your life. Happy 30th Birthday, I love you. I know if I’m half the woman you are when I’m 30 I’ll be in pretty good shape.
I know this term is way overused but why hate? Seriously, if another African American woman has something that you don’t; or has achieved something that you’ve yet to achieve…Why Hate? She’s just living proof that it can be accomplished.
I know this is going to sound crazy, but it’s so hard being the “good girl”…The one people put up on a pedestal. I mean I feel like I can’t even make a mistake without it getting blown out of proportion. I can’t begin to tell you how many parents have come up to me and said “please don’t mess up; she really looks up to you.” Or “thank you for showing my daughter it’s ok to have standards.” You can’t begin to understand the amount of pressure that adds to my already crazy life. I understand that to whom much is given, much is required. And I also understand that once you’re put in a leadership position people are going to look up to you whether you want them to or not. I’m not complaining at all. I count it a privilege that young girls see me and say “if she did it so can I.” I love being the example.
I’m in the process of learning how to be a support system while at the same time protecting myself from getting hurt. It’s kind of crazy trying to balance being there when they need you and falling back when they don’t. You get so used to being there that when they no longer call or text you start to take it personally or even worse, feel used.