I am a first generation (or second generation, depending on who you consult) Nigerian-American married to an adopted, Caucasian man from Kentucky, raising a biracial boisterous (or crazy, I would sometimes say) toddler boy while working full-time. But, more than that, I am someone with an identity outside of being mother, managing the times that those identities conflict. I am not the best cook, I suck at Pinterest crafts, and I am familiar with many various uses of swear words. I have poor taste in Instagram filters. I could try to be perfect, but it’s exhausting and I’d rather be surrounded by other imperfect mothers to form an awesome village together.