This week, my mom wished me a happy Father’s Day, justifying that I am a mom and a dad to my boy. It made me wonder whether I should also wish E’s dad a happy Mother’s Day. Six years ago, pregnant and virtually homeless, I never would have thought that I would be so committed to my little family, as odd as we are, and as politically and emotionally motivated to make us work.
From Bitch Ph.D. I found out this morning that activist Allison Crews is dead at the age of 22.
You probably haven’t heard of her before, but this women’s thoughts were integral to me as a young single mother. She began girl-mom.com, a radical website for young single mothers, and worked in alliance with Hip Mama. Her essay, When I Was Garbage, is an articulate account of the marginalization we young mothers experience as we emerge in the world as parents before society says it is prudent.
I found this message board four years ago when I was looking for support, advice, and camraderie. The women there are very much responsible for my political parenthood. Thanks to these women and their stories, I recast my views of parenthood and rethought what a good parent looks like. I shed all my previous inhibitions and decided to parent being me, flawed but caring me.
I didn’t know Allison, but I am very much saddened with this news. Thanks to her hard work and dedication to living radically, I know that I am no less a mother for having become a parent in my teens. As she succinctly said, we are not a burden to society and my son is not a burden to me. Contrary to those who believe we are disadvantaged by the obstacles put in our way, we have security, connection, and love.
If it weren’t for Ms. Crews, I would not be so confident in that fact. Bless.