A Dying Superhero: What Black Women Should Remember2/06/2017
by Ifie Natasha There is this ability we have. The ability to die over and over while trying desperately to look alive. Putting on makeup...
by Ifie Natasha
There is this ability we have. The ability to die over and over while trying desperately to look alive. Putting on makeup and cute clothes to feel beautiful. Convincing ourselves that we have to keep going or life will drown us with no remorse. We wake up early and sleep late. We're the backbone to the skyscraper visions of our husbands. We're the bearer of gifts called new life. The ability to undergo units of pain and still put on high heels and tight clothing. We bleed and endure pain while being the hero in everyday life yet no one is saving us. Call me dramatic, but all I am trying to say is that women are the ish.
Last night, I was thinking about everything that I needed to do today. I had just finished cleaning the house, washing the dishes and folding laundry at about 10:30 pm. I crawled into bed to do work on my computer while simultaneously planning a day that hadn't even shown its face yet. Within 30 minutes, my husband walked through the door with a smile on his face. I wanted so badly to have prepared something for him to be happy with. A snack, an ambiance, some lingerie. But I was so tired and focused on the tasks ahead that I just managed to say "hey baby". I thought about a woman I know. A woman that told me that she creates a welcoming atmosphere for her husband when he gets home. She gets off her phone, has dinner prepared, and greets him with a smile and sultry voice. She's intentional about making sure her husband loves coming home. I thought about her, and shook my head. I've tried. I've tried to be that woman. And now that we've added a growing, sassy infant to the mix, some days it's a wonder that I'm able to greet my husband with a smile. With the help of God, I'm even able to cook and provide him with love making most days.
I wouldn't ever trade being a woman, or a wife, or a mother. But I will admit that it is hard trying to maintain all three while keeping sanity and happiness within arms reach. I'm not here to take away from the journey of the husband, the father, the sister or the friend. I'm just here to speak on my life and the struggle to thrive in every area. Women, stop putting yourselves last. At the very least, rest. Let God take the burdens that you have decided to carry yourself. Ask Him for help. Ask others. Take care of yourself. And consider that a dying superhero isn't capable of saving anyone.
Ifie Natasha is a Writer, poet, wife & Mother! She loves people, storytelling, God, Lauryn Hill and romantic comedies. She is a modern day hippie revolutionary on a journey to living life in the most abundant way possible. She believe in life transformation, crazy hair colors, and the freedom to be whoever you were created to be! She lives in Atlanta with her husband and beautiful baby girl.