UNPOPULAR OPINION
I Am My Childâs Friend BY AARONICA COLE
Growing up, I canât even count how many times I heard my mom yell the words, âIâm not one of your little friends.â In fact, itâs now a running joke in the Black community because Iâm pretty sure all of us heard these words growing up. But as a mom whoâs doing things differently with my own kids, this isnât something I say. In fact, I let them know, with intention, that I am their friendâtheir very first one.
THE DAMAGE OF NOT THINKING OF MY MOM AS A FRIEND
Let me preface this section by saying that I love my mom more than I can put into words. She did the very best she could as a mom, and using her example as a starting point has made it so my own journey in motherhood is something Iâm proud of. But there was some room for growth. Why? I learned about my period from reading the book Are You There God? Itâs Me, Margaret. I learned about sex from movies. When I was raped, I didnât tell her. Growing up, I felt like I was an outsider in my homeâ never quite comfortable or able to really let
