As A Mother Of A Black Boy, I Constantly Worry

Will he find himself in the wrong place at the wrong time?

Photo by Chayene Rafaela on Unsplash

May 2000 — I had missed my period and suspected I might be pregnant. A couple of grocery store pregnancy tests later, I knew that a little human being was growing inside me. I called the doctor’s office the next day, and they asked me to come in a few weeks later.

Those weeks were amongst the most exciting of my life —…