When I Grow Up: How I Used To Dream Big
by Christina Brown
In my last post about the "Kids Dreaming Big" initiative with African Pride DreamKids, I discussed My Wish For Cadence and what I'd like her to be when she grows to be a young lady in 10 years. As a mother, all that I want for my child and all that I'm dreaming of for her is of course a result of my personal experience and the dreams I had for myself when I was young. I have a small tattoo on my right ankle of a Sankofa. It's a West-African adinkra symbol that essentially means "learn from your past to build for your future". That's always been my life philosophy even before Cadence was born. So to talk about the big dreams I have for Cadence, I have to think about my own past. Thinking about my past and what I used to struggle with, alot of it had to do with how I looked and my self-worth. I wore glasses, I was always the tallest girl in the room up until Junior High, and I grew curves early - breasts and all! My form of expression as I got older and more conscious of my "differences" became my attire and my hair. Style and beauty has always been the lens through which I expressed my emotional complexities. I always knew that when I grew up I wanted to help people in some way. At first I thought I wanted to be a doctor, but eventually I came to realize that wasn't my real calling or my dream. I wanted to do it by telling stories, by encouraging people and by letting people know they mattered. And so that's what I do with LoveBrownSugar and with BabyBrownSugar and all my business ventures. I try to create spaces online and offline for people to be inspired, encouraged and also enlightened! After all is said and done, I want Cadence to dream even bigger than I did. If I reached for the clouds, I want her to reach for the stars. Every mother wants the best for their child and I'm no different. I'm really honored that I get to be with my daughter on every step of her journey.
What about you? What did you wish for yourself that you want for your child?
This post is sponsored by African Pride. Opinions expressed herein are my own and not those of the company.