Sometimes

A few days ago LC woke up singing.  Her song of choice?  “Sometimes I feel like a motherless child.” 

How’s that for a good morning mom?  I was instantly hurt… am I that bad as a parent?  She feels motherless?  Yikes.

It turned out that she heard the song at her school’s Black History Program, but the rendition still stung me a bit.  Why must they select such depressing and hopeless songs to pay tribute to our heritage?  At least give us a song with hope at the end for a better something.

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