Why I Can't Wait To Raise A Young Black Queen

I cannot wait raise my own black queen. I've thought about it quite a bit actually. What an honor. My excitement grows as I'm reading something inspirational about us or when I'm dealing with my own curly kinks. I cannot wait to see who she will be.

I hope she realizes just how elated I am to be chosen to be her mother. I want her to understand how long I've waited for this day and just how much God prepared me, sometimes without me even realizing it!

I can't wait to see she her learn and excel far beyond societies rigid expectations.. I can't wait to watch her break down stereotypes and show just how brilliant she really is. I'm not going to even bother setting any expectations for her, because I know she will exceed them.

I want her to seek knowledge just as I do and find pleasure in all that she discovers. I pray that each discovery leads to an even stronger thirst for knowledge. I'm not going through all of these years of schooling for nothing. Every ounce of knowledge that I seek is for two. I plan to teach her and I plan to teach her all that I can. I expect her father to share the same outlook in order to offer her another source of education.

And I'm not just talking about formal education, I'm talking about the lessons you learn from living and getting through obstacles. I want her to know that life isn't always easy, but that it is so worth it.

I pray that she's so unapologetically black that it makes any opposition overwhelmed. She will know that she's not just pretty for a black girl but that she's beautiful because she's a black girl. Self-love will never be an issue. She will know her worth before she can even comprehend her worth.

I will not let her get caught up in the idea that for some odd reason, she's not enough. She will be told how beautiful she is, inside and out, daily. She won't ever have to question wrong from right. I'll instill good nature in her and urge her to always be kind. That's not saying that I wont teach her to stand up for herself. She'll just know that she's above certain situations. Not everything deserves a reaction.

I wonder if she'll like my favorite foods and what her zodiac sign will be? What kind of natural styles will she prefer? What's her favorite color going to be? Will she appreciate old school jams or is she going to be a new school kind of girl? Most importantly, will she be anything like me?

I certainly hope she pays attention to the stars and appreciates the sun. Regardless, I will love her endlessly, just as my mom loved me as a young, black queen. It's always fun to imagine how things will be. There's never any worry because I know she will be perfect. She will be everything I imagined and so much more.