Am I black enough?
If I may ask, what exactly constitutes the value of a black card: deep melanin, magic, pain, or coconut oil? Is it reruns of Martin, or reciting every line to Paid in Full? Perhaps it’s the latest pair of Jordans you copped, or playing several rounds of spades with ease. If so, could I attain these attributes and still be seen as black enough? I desire to be woke and seen. The masses say that I am sleeping, but no one will wake me up?
When I made the decision to become a stay-at-home mother it was absolutely impulsive and not as glorious as I expected.
From a social perspective I couldn’t fathom how an early care and learning entity did not have a maternity leave benefit policy. On January 18, 2019 I submitted my leave request and departed for short-term disability leave. As a new employee I did not qualify for FLMA, so I was left to classify birthing my beautiful son as a disability?
You can call me Jas. Most people who know me well usually do, and it feels intimate. I once had a past lover who gave me life advice I still practice to this day. He told me I should really try to learn more about people beyond what I see on the surface. And you know what? He was right. For about two weeks now I have been writing, creating, and sharing, but you all deserve to get a little more intimate with me. So, what is there to know about Jasmine Camille Ford? I could write a book, but here are some fun facts for now . . .
I know what you’re thinking. Who has the time or energy to snapback after pregnancy? That’s only for rich celebrities who can afford the best fitness trainers, chefs, and nutritionists. I must admit there was a point in my life where I believed the snapback culture was toxic and harmful to new mothers. This is simply because moms are trying to navigate their new normal.
I’ve never been one to need much fulfillment on my birthday. I had already made up my mind that my celebration would be calm because of my little friend COVID-19. Okay, she’s not really my friend and I would like her to leave, but I doubt that’ll happen anytime soon. And so what did I decide to do?
It seems to be inevitable that when a woman bears a child, she loses her known identity while entering into the realm of maternal being. And while fiercely battling for her return to normal, she subsequently loses her “security.” The security that society grooms us into believing is a whimsical fantasy - that is love and mmarriage.