Mamas, have you had enough?
I’m not talking about the clutter or the toys underfoot, the bad attitudes or the never-ending requests for a drink at bedtime.
It’s not the usual mama stuff, but honestly it’s more usual than it should be.
I’ve had enough of listening to the news and hearing about another black man, woman, teen, or child harmed, harassed, and/or killed for no particular reason.
The list is never-ending, and every one of the names on it represents a child of God. And that child of God was also a child of a mama just like you and me.
Except maybe not.