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A Historic Moment for Black Moms

I don’t know what did it for you but I was perfectly content doing my
happy dance in my living room on Election night until I saw the image
of the Obama family walking out onto the stage of Grant Park. That’s
when I lost it and the waterworks came swiftly into town. That regal
image–which none of us will soon forget–said something and did
something so profound that words can’t do it justice.
Lately, we’ve been having a honest and robust conversation in our Mocha
Manual Movement emails about the negative stereotypes and
misconceptions about Black moms. We’ve lamented our seeming invisibleness
and not being understood as intentional, nurturing mothers who simply
want the best for their children. We’ve debated how we can change our
perception and be seen for who we truly are as Black mothers.

in the image of our First Family I saw that hope. In Michelle Obama I
saw that hope. When she declares that her most important job will be
Mommy-in-Chief, gives her man a pound, a hug, and that real
‘I-got-your-back’-kiss (not that mechanical crap John McCain liked to
pull!), we know that the world won’t look at the Black family in the
same way ever again.

The world has been forced to see
who we really are, and see our children in a new light. When
President-elect Obama said Michelle was the "rock of the family" and
"his best friend," I got goose bumps. He declared to the world what
we’ve known about our role in our families and communities for
generations. He told the world that our relationships are more than
baby mama drama.

Years ago, Claire Huxtable
was our role model. We glued our eyes to the TV on Thursday nights
dreaming about our high-powered career, our brownstone or other dream
house, our man that rubbed our feet even though he too had a long day
at work. She was the original strong black woman with a professional
career, beautiful kids and a successful man who adored her. We looked
to fictional characters on the television to remind us that we could
have what white women had been enjoying for years. Now, we can look to
the White House. Now we can look to our First Family.

has given me new faith. And just when perhaps our own hope in Black
men, the future of Black families, and our ability to "have it all" as
women seemed in question, our own faith in ourselves and our dreams is
reaffirmed. Our faith in the power and steadfastness of love is
reaffirmed. My faith in myself as a Black mother, especially one
raising a Black male against incredible odds, is reaffirmed. And it is
to that, I said, Yes We Can! And it is to that, I say to all Black
mothers, I know we will!

In motherhood,

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