Celebrating Motherhood & All Its Challenges

Happy belated Mother's Day to all!  Mothers in the African Khemitic sense is simply a summary of roles.  Mother means backbone of the family, first educator, advocate, nurturer, comforter, confidant, counselor, role model, teacher, and friend.  And no matter how old we get as mothers, we will always have children- those whom we birthed and those who come into our bosoms from others wombs (adopted children).  I must say that I am proud and happy to be a mother and I take pride in the Creator entrusting me to raise and nurture a next generation of catalyst and positive change makers and future builders.

Currently, I began going through a personal ordeal with the local social services system within my county here in North Carolina.  Sadly to say, as a former mental health case manager, I saw the social service system fail many families by not protecting women and children.  In my case, I've seen the system attempt to dismantle and destroy an African family.  There is a false brochure where they claim to be about unifying the family structure and creating safe havens for families within our county.  However, I've first-hand witnessed the social service system falsely accuse and support false medical reporting and blatantly lie in court- all in an effort to dismantle family.  If I didn't know or believe in the virtues of the Creator, I would probably have lost my good mind by this time as I've been caught up 7 weeks within this catastrophe of overzealous and poor social work mania.  As a matter of fact, I found out recently that social service takes about 70-80 children per month from homes within our county alone.  Much of this dismantling is disproportionately race and ethnicity based.  Social service works in collaboration with local doctors who make reports of abuse when they believe that families can't explain the injury of a child suffciently enough.  So, like me, anyone could risk being under investigation because of an injury to your child that a doctor doesn't believe your explanation for.  And according to social services, a doctor is always right.  So, I guess the many cases where physicians have been wrong or injured or even killed a patient due to mistakes or mishaps are just figments of our imaginations.

Fast forwarding the situation- another doctor recently found that the injury to my son was sufficiently explained by me and my son's father and has ruled his injury to be accidental.  The doctor actually stated in his report that this injury could happen to any family.  Guess what?  The local social service system still doesn't want to budge on the allegations against me.  Their reasoning- well, the first doctor says it was an intentional inury.  And there you have it- modern day institutionalized dismantling of the African family all mandated and supported by your local social service system.  And I'm sure that it doesn't help that my son has a pure African name and that I walk into the building bald-headed as a Dginka woman warrior with my t-shirt that displays African pride with an outline of Africa and a large afro with phrases like "pride of my nation", "strong culture and heritage", "seed of God." 

Sometimes motherhood means fighting for your children- especially against a system that doesn't have their best interests in mind or at heart.  I pray and uplift all mothers who endure nameless and enumeral challenges and circumstances when it comes to being the protector and confidant of the fruit of their wombs.  I call forth strength, peace, and faith in the Creator as we continue steadfastly in the role of mother.