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You Ready, B?

I am - Your homegirl. Your sister. Your cousin.. The one you confide in. The one who keeps it real. The one who talks a lot. The one who cares. What we chattin about today?

First Comes Love, Then Comes ....

First Comes Love, Then Comes ....

I've been planning my wedding for as long as I can remember. 

Wasn't always sure who the groom would be, but I've gone through different color schemes, chosen different styles of wedding dresses, and imagined how my hair would be styled. 

I've also envisioned motherhood for as long as I could remember ... I used to stick my stomach out when I was younger, got pretty freakin fearful in the teen years and had some very serious conversations about its pending reality as I've gotten older.

Up until now, all of these "thoughts" were hypothetical. A "one day" kind of notion, a "someday" folder within my mind. Yet I sit here now, in the midst of planning a bestfriend's nuptials, having gone to another friend's wedding a few months ago with two more on the calendar within the next two months ... and I realize, we're at the point of no return. And no one really prepares you for that. 

Women are raised with the end goal of making a "good wife and mother", so in almost everything we do - whether we're rejecting the notion or not; the idea of marriage and motherhood is synonymous with the notion of womanhood. And as we get older, and our bodies change, our biological clocks start ticking and our friends, family members, coworkers, everyone around us starts getting married and popping out babies. Which opens the door for "When are you" type of questions ...

We don't talk enough about the hard shift that hits women, where we go from "don't get pregnant" to "so, when are you getting pregnant/married?". I can't speak for all women, everywhere - but EYE am still struggling between feeling like I'm going to get in trouble should I announce that I'm expecting, versus my parents/family being super excited about my "bundle of joy". 

And as life is lifing all around me in the most beautiful ways, I find myself questioning - am I ready for this? or Am I internalizing everything that's going on around me and want in? Because EYE don't feel ready for this, but in some ways - I feel ready for it?

I had a conversation recently where I discussed feeling this shift and how the color yellow has been calling to me all summer. A friend of mine shared that I was channeling "Oshun", which if you may or may not know, is the goddess of love, sensuality, and fertility .... among other things. My response was "I'm not ready", to which she responded "but your womb is, bitch!" Ha. 

No one prepares you for the moment when it all just changes. When you come to the reality that we're really not kids anymore and the things you do now can have a consequence (good and bad) on what the rest of your life may look like. I've always envisioned the "who, what, when, and how" but if I've learned nothing else over the last three years, it is that we plan and God/ your higher power - laughs. 

This spiel isn't for the rich auntie world traveler, I hear you and I feel you, sis. In some capacity, I relate to you and wish I could be more like you. But I'm not. I'm a lover-girl. I'm not made for these streets, I never last too long out there - they don't want me. I'm the "mom" of the friend group, the planner, the one who's ridiculously intentional and at this very moment, much like many of you who feel ashamed to admit it - I'm struggling with the words of a great prophet, Sir Shawn Carter ...

"You ready, B?"

If I’m honest, I don’t know. Are you?

Dear, Bee - And Every Little Girl Just Like Me.

Dear, Bee - And Every Little Girl Just Like Me.