Know Your Worth

There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t hear a woman complaining about her non-committal situation with a man (and sometimes with another woman). I’ve been there and often traveled down that non-committal road of temporary sexual satisfaction (mostly from him), frustration (not knowing where the “situationship” was going), anger (mostly because he didn’t text or call like he said he would), confusion (a part of me wanted to end it, but I didn’t want to be alone), trust issues (questioning his every move), blindness (purposefully ignoring the red flags or jumping over the roadblocks), and looking for love (looking for what I didn’t propose to myself).

I’m not feeding you any bull shit or trying to come off as a wailing bitch because “one man hurt me.” I speak from experience. I still don’t know it all, but my life experiences have taught me to be more on guard. I can honestly say, I stand as a woman who loves and appreciates herself.

If that complementary man was to fall from the sky and land on my doorstep (wishful thinking), I would be willing to share that love with him (never giving all of me … saving just enough for myself).

We often place ourselves in situations then blame the disastrous outcome on the other party. It’s not just the men … ladies, you play a major role in every sequel. Knowing your worth as a woman will open doors (not bedroom doors, but car doors, restaurant doors, museum doors … you get the picture). A woman’s worth is like a rare pearl just extracted from the shell of a mollusk … it is invaluable … it’s indissoluble … it’s the closest thing to the soul of a woman. A woman’s worth combined with a man’s courage may cause an out of body (or out of reality) experience.

Be a woman of stature! Know your worth!

Dear Unborn Child

Dear Unborn Child,

It’s not that I don’t want you …

I am financially unstable

I am mentally incapable

I am spiritually torn

I am emotionally drained

I am psychologically detached

It’s not that I don’t want you … I think of you daily. I feel the warmth of your body against my chest. I feel the sucking sensation on my nipples as you eat from my breasts. I want to raise you with values and morals. And reward you with diamonds and pearls. I want to protect you from the impurities of this world.

It’s not that I don’t want you … I don’t want the responsibility of being a mother in love with a man who cared only when his penis was in her hand. I don’t want to be just the “baby mama” … I don’t need the excessive drama. I know, how selfish of me.

It’s not that I don’t want you … Right now, I’m embracing my life as a single, dateless, and childless being. Before we (your father and I) bring you into this world, I want to be certain we’re prepared to bear your strife, your joy, your hurt, your pain … whether you’re a boy or a girl.

It’s not that I don’t want you … I don’t want to be another mother of a fatherless child.

With Love,

Your Looming Mommy

I salute all the single mothers (and fathers) of the world. Continue to be like superwomen (and supermen). Your child’s happiness is your power and your strength. Wear your cape with pride.