Yesterday was a challenging day. I woke up already feeling unsettled, and although I made an effort to reset my mindset, by the end of the day the weight of it all caught up with me. When my day begins on the wrong note, I am intentional about not projecting my frustration onto others—especially when they have done nothing to deserve it.
On top of that, my baby boy has been sick and had an especially difficult day. I tried everything I could to comfort him, but nothing seemed to ease his discomfort, which left me feeling helpless and defeated. I believe every parent experiences this at some point—the overwhelming feeling of wanting to take your child’s pain away and not being able to.
In the midst of it all, I did receive wonderful news about my nephew that brought a genuine smile to my face. I am always proud of his accomplishments—what I lovingly refer to as Black excellence. Celebrating his wins reminded me that even on hard days, there are still bright moments.
By the end of the evening, however, the exhaustion set in. Between 7:45 p.m. and 8:45 p.m., while putting my son to bed, everything felt overwhelming very quickly, and I experienced a brief emotional breakdown. Thankfully, it passed just as quickly as it came.
This morning, I learned that my baby boy has the flu. I believe he has already overcome the worst of it, and I am hopeful he will continue improving over the next day or two. I will keep doing everything I can to help him recover. A mother’s work is never truly done—but it is always done with love.
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