I was reading THoney's blog about the whole being single and childless at a certain age. Then Supa made the comment about the difference there is between blacks and whites when it comes to planning for children which brought to mind this blog from Lala (go by and say hi!!)
I was given permission to steal this blog a loooooooooong time ago on 360 so I am assuming that that permission is still standing!!! LOLOL (SHE DONE DISAPPEARED ON US PFFFT)
Sooo, without much further ado, Lala's Wrapped in my Arpon Stringsss....
CLICK PLAY:
Apron Strings - Everything but the Girl
By the way...the above...IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOVIES!!!
There must be something in the water...
I mean...along with the flowers pregnant women are blossoming EVERYWHERE!!!
There are about seven women at my job who are walking and wobbling around, sporting that special "glow" that comes from being happy that you are bringing life into fruition...sporting the latest outfits that high fashion has to offer for the "expectant mother"...happy that they can FINALLY put their ETERNAL dieting to rest...for AT LEAST A YEAR!!!
And I have about six girlfriends who are walking around craving pickles, starch and chocolate and cursing folks out at the drop of a dime...complaining about the DAMN HEAT and asking me if I have any clothes I can give them...cause you know, I'm a big girl...I can assure you...there's NO SPECIAL GLOW GOING ON THERE!!!
Notice the difference between the two scenarios?
Now...all the women on my job are White...all of my friends are Black (yeah, just like in the show "Friends"...where everybody BITCHED because there were no Black friends...I don't know about you, but I have found that like tend to hang with like)...
That difference hit me today, when I was talking to my co-worker Alice, who is about five months pregnant...and I was congratulating her and joking saying that "I didn't want to come right out and ask if you were pregnant...because somebody asked me that one time...and by the way...I WASN'T PREGNANT...AND A BITCH WAS PISSED"...so I had gotten confirmation from other co-workers before I approached her to offer her my congratulations...
Alice was "tickled pink" LITERALLY by what I said...and her smile could have lit up the whole world...as she ate her SECOND Dove Bar of the day (Doctor's orders she laughed) in COMPLETE CONTENTMENT and gabbed about how her and her hubby were trying to wait before they spent MASSIVE amounts of money at the "Baby's Room"...and how all of the grandparents were OVER THE RAINBOW...already starting college funds for the future "President of the United States"...
And as I listened to her happiness today...my mind wander to my girlfriends...all single Black women...all who are struggling...all who ALREADY have children by males who aren't "carrying their load" so to speak...
And I felt so very fucking sad...
Because, when I think about it...I really haven't been friends with ANY WOMAN who has had children...where the gestation period was one of joy and happiness...and that includes my own Mama...
When we think about all that we lose as Black women out here struggling to make ends meet...I wonder do we ever think about that...
I have never known a woman who had a happy pregnancy, now don't get me wrong...they were HAPPY about the baby...but not happy about the personal situation they were in...Because they were too busy dealing with stress...
The stress of having ANOTHER baby with a man/husband who has NEVER acted right...I got one friend whose man did a disappering act that would have made even HOUDINI proud...and I mean...for the past five months...that nigga has been GHOST!!!
The stress of having ANOTHER mouth to feed, when the mouths that you already have to feed are RESENTFUL AS HELL (and by the way, the SHOULD BE...because every dollar you give to the new child..you take away from the ones that have been here)...
The stress of having that precarious balance beam called your "lifestyle"...totally upended because you moved to the suburbs to give your children a better life...but now that you're pregnant again...you have to move BACK TO THE HOOD...in with Mama...
The stress of dealing with Mama...who has NEVER had the opportunity to know what "empty nest syndrome" truly means...who raised her kids...helped you raise your kids...and now you want her to help you to raise SOME MORE????
The stress of dealing with bullshit jobs who really could give less than a flying fuck that you're pregnant...you're a C.N.A./L.P.N./Customer Service Rep./Cashier/Administrative Assitant WHATEVER...and your ass can be replaced at the drop of a dime...and your Manager/Supervisor/Satan dosen't mind letting you know it each chance they get...
The stress of knowing that you've been flying without a net for years...and NOW that you just found out you're pregnant...your transmission in your car...JUST WENT OUT!!!
Oh...and the stress from dealing with the stress...which means that you're probably also going to deal with hypertension and gestational diabetes, which means you have to be on bedrest for the last eight weeks...
And if you're thinking about signing up for Public Aid...
GOOD LUCK WITH THAT!!!
When I found out this weekend that my girlfriend Keisha was pregnant...YOU COULD HAVE KNOCKED ME OVER WITH A DAMN FEATHER...I mean, Keisha ALREADY has four children...who were raised by her Grandmama, who JUST PASSED (GOD BLESS HER SOUL)...so Keisha...REALLY don't know nothing about raising kids (raising hell, THAT'S A WHOLE DIFFERENT STORY)...
This is just a snippet of our conversation...
"Keisha...you JUST HAD A BABY by this man...who ain't been doing what he's suppose to?"...
"Girl," Keisha said taking a pull from her drink..."Shit happens, you just got to deal with it."...
WHAT IN THE HELL?
(I always had a REALLY sneaking suspicion that the MAIN reason Keisha got pregnant by this man, is because he's half greek with light green eyes...ergo, her child got that "good hair" and pretty eyes...)
WHAT KIND OF GHETTO ASS SHIT IS THAT?!?!
And I mean, her babies' daddy...OH, HE'S A REAL WINNER...I mean, truly, everytime I read the metro section of the newspaper, I expect to find a story about how this "independent pharmaceutical salesman" was found shot to death over in K-Town somewhere...
SIGH!!!
By the way...I won't tell you about THE OTHER KEISHA I know who is 17, a high school dropout...AND PREGNANT (yet, I will never forget the arguement I got into with her Aunt a couple of years ago, when I suggested that they put Keisha on some birth control, before she started bringing babies up in there that she can't take care of...BUT NO...I WAS WRONG...Now everybody wants to kick her out the damn house and call her a HO???!!!)
It's always been my assertion that in order to make the BEST possible future for your child...you have to do a bit of planning...
Planning on having the proper mate...
Planning on having the proper amount of education so that you can get the proper job...
Planning on having the proper amount of savings sacked away so that when you do the bullshit "Family Medical Leave Act"...you can actually BOND with your child, instead of worrying about if your electricity is going to get cut off in the next three months...
Hell...I even feel that you should PLAN on when you actually get pregnant (I WOULD DO WHATEVA IS NECESSARY TO ENSURE THAT I DON'T GIVE BIRTH TO A GEMINI)...and work VERY HARD WITH YOUR MATE TO MAKE THAT MOVE, RIGHT NOW BABY!!!
Oh...and that thing about planning...you actually have to make the plan...a reality...
SIGH!!!
So, I listened to my co-worker Alice today as she waxed poetically about becoming a mother, choosing the colors for the baby's nursery and the excitement that she felt every night when her hubby laid his head upon her stomach and talked to the baby...
And I was so happy for Alice...
And so very sad for my friends...
All of them...
MY Point in posting this is to say, there is nothing wrong with being single and childless. I would rather that that to be in the situation i am in as well as many others like me. Although I wasn't married at the time, the plan was to get married, but Mister later on showed his true colors. Although MiniMe WAS an oops, Mister hadn't had kids either and he was 36. Sooo, its not like I went and got myself knocked up by someone who wasn't at least working with lifetime goals. I can say a whole lot of shit about Mister, but he has always worked 2 jobs (except now) the whole time we were together.