Updated: Aug 15, 2018
If you have followed me for any length of time, then you know that I am all about the empowerment of our young girls and ladies. You will find hashtags like #blackgirlmagic and #girlpower throughout my posts and blogs. Although my author blog is just a few months old, the evidence can be seen on my other blog, Her Own Beat. I specifically focus on girls of color because we are seemingly invisible in the news and media. Yet, that doesn’t mean that I don’t share the love of #blackboyjoy.
My views on how a boy should act have evolved since I graduated from college. I was a teacher for two years, and I regret to say that I was training my boys to be unfeeling men. I was working in an environment where the misogynism was rampant. I told my little boys what they should play with, how they should act, and worst of all, I told them that they should not cry. I was so blessed to have the teacher next door to me call me out about what I was doing, but it still didn’t fully click in my second year of teaching. I wish I could go back and do that over again because while I know I may have raised their intellectual intelligence, I did nothing to help their emotional intelligence.
I pray that I haven’t done irrecoverable damage to those young boys, or even the girls, where my words may have become ingrained. I just wanted to build a generation of strong, intelligent, confident girls of color. So much so that, at times, I may have inadvertently forgotten about my boys. No, I didn’t teach them any less, but I didn’t focus on their empowerment and confidence as much as I could have. I felt like they would always have an advantage in the world.