Love Letter to my Daughter

My daughter is everything to me.

 I was in my prime. I jetted to New York on the weekends from Detroit on a regular basis. The grand diva recklessly blowing loads of cash on designer everything, rental cars, clubs and lavish restaurants. I will NOT front. I LOVED EVERY minute of it. Arrogance and irresponsibility were my best friends. I was drunk from my own ego. My twenties were the epitome of fast living.

I met my husband around this time and our relationship progressed quickly. I discovered that I was pregnant with our daughter in January 2001. Carrying a baby IS an awe-inspiring life event and I was elated to be a mother although she was a complete surprise.

Nervous and anxious would be understatements in terms of my emotional state during my pregnancy. I began to eagerly map out my sweet baby’s life. I wasn’t the typical emotional wreck that you’d think you’d get with a first-time mother. I was deeply in love with this developing person whom I was awaiting with sweet anticipation. Given my past adventures, motherhood seemed to be the furthest thing from my mind. I was incredibly selfish before I became a mami. I couldn’t imagine that an intangible figure in my life could tame the wild party animal that resided inside of me. Even in utero, my daughter helped me determine my true purpose.

Little Negrita with Tumbao 8 months
Little Negrita with Tumbao 8 months

October 2001, my princess arrived with much fanfare and celebration. She came in to the world cherished by many. This little person, vastly, changed my life for the better. Her smile and laughter were infectious. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds. I could not have asked for a better newborn. She didn’t fuss and she loved to be held. My baby was an absolute gem. The “Terrible Two’s” didn’t exist either. How could I have been so blessed? Loving my daughter and becoming a mom made me SELFLESS. I would, easily, lay down my life for her. My life’s purpose is to ensure that she becomes a productive, global citizen. We eased through the toddler and elementary school years with little to no incident.

Negrita With Tumbao 2015
Negrita With Tumbao 2015

I must be dreaming! It’s 2015 and this fall my “baby” will be a HIGH SCHOOL FRESHMAN”! I’ve watched her blossom into a beautiful mariposa. Barely settling into being a teenager and she has found her voice and it speaks for what’s right with unmoving conviction. This summer, she is actually getting her  “junior counseling certificate”. My angelita is the youngest jc in her camp and she is showing the world that she is here to make a difference at 13. My only child is a conscientious, ass kicking teen queen. She is making her mark on the world. My “Lutie”, “Lemonface”, “Poonie”, Baby Bear” or “Yemita” has taught me to face ANYTHING with unabashed courage. She has humbled me immensely. This is a match made in heaven. I am most grateful that I’ve a hand in directing and molding this extraordinary human being into a woman. I pray that she will be a better woman, wife and mother than I am.  I hope that she knows that she makes me proud to be her mom each and every day,

Te quiero mucho, Baby Bear.

Besos!

K.

K. Araújo, a native Detroiter, is a cross between Claire Huxtable, Rosie Pérez and Millie Jackson. Widow, professional dragger of filth and Mami to the dopest Ethiopian EVER, she is the Editor in Chief of “Negra With Tumbao” and a Staff Writer for “The Urban Twist”. Keka has been known to shake what her mama gave her, is the hell and high water, an expert salsera and cussologist with a penchant for the finer things in life and is and forever shall be- unapologetically black.