37 Summers: Another pandemic birthday reflection

But each day it’s harder to believe in that ideology because people are flawed. We’re just passing through this place loves. I started therapy in September because I was having a hard time breathing. I initially thought it was my asthma but discovered it was panic attacks. God has a way of reminding us to notice. Notice your breath, notice who notices you (and don’t take it for granted), notice the warm sun, notice small blessings, notice the spontaneous wind on southern summer days, notice the movement of the trees, notice creation.

I’ve had to unpack and unlearn and notice because my body depends on me to do so. Mindfulness requires an intentional quieting and a deliberate noticing…

WOMANHOODCaneeka MillerJuly 9, 2021

The Liberation of Black Motherhood

“Sometimes I fail and miss the mark and often times I’m afraid to let them see those pieces of me. Or embarrassed. Perhaps it’s complicated. Yet, those pieces of me are the parts I have to sit with when I’m alone. They are the questions I have to give answers to when my therapist tells me even Superman had to be Clark Kent at times. As I search within the walls of my heart and ideologies surrounding this need to protect the real parts of me from the innocent eyes and admiration of my boys, I worry, I guess, that they will see my flaws and instead of celebrating me as human they will be forced to realize that even I’m not perfect…”