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I’ll Be There – Young Professionals Take on Serious Family Responsibilities
VIA Clutch Magazine
Getting a ‘good job’ is something that most black parents want for their children, not necessarily because it is the child’s life dream, but because it means that they can provide a sense of security for the family. Managing expectations about what it means to support the family can be difficult for anyone, but young people who come from single parent homes or socioeconomically depressed situations can find this task especially daunting. For young black professionals this responsibility can be both a blessing and a burden.
As the oldest child of a single parent home I understand these challenges intimately. My mother is fighting cancer, which prohibits her from working. She requires a high level of care that my family back home works diligently to provide on a daily basis. I live about an hour and a half away from my hometown, which makes it easy to commute in the event of a serious emergency. My job is decent; I step in from time to time to help with bills or housework. Initially I thought I was the only person I knew in this situation, but upon further investigation found that I was not alone. A number of my upwardly mobile friends and colleagues are supporting their families in ways that are inspiring and challenging.I spoke with my friend Jay* about his experiences being the oldest child and stepping up as the man of the house when his father passed away as a young man. “I had to take on responsibilities that I selfishly did not want to,” he says. “I learned how to be a man at a young age.” He has two degrees and well paying job at a large consulting firm, but sometimes struggles to find a balance when helping his family out. “I don’t know when they are in need until something happens and it’s too late. This bothers me a lot because I want to help but I don’t know how much and how often,” he says.
Many young people struggle to translate what their educational or professional achievements actually mean to their families. After I graduated from college my mom didn’t understand how my master’s degree would be beneficial to advancing my career. To her, it just stood in the way of getting a stable job with benefits. Jay says that his family thinks he’s a high-level executive. “They think I have all this disposable income and it’s hard to explain that it’s really not like that. Yes I love going out and traveling but I budget for things like that and they don’t see it that way.” Sometimes the family’s perceptions of having “made it” don’t match the young professional’s reality of what can and can’t be done financially.
Stepping up the plate is not without some level of sacrifice. It can mean forgoing nonessential (but desired) purchases to help out with a car payment, food, or rent. Jay considered dropping out of college when his mother was laid off his sophomore year, but decided to stay enrolled. Envying other people with easier home lives isn’t uncommon either. “Sometimes I wish I could help my mom get her dream house, and sometimes I compare myself to others,” Jay says. However, he knows this type of thinking is not productive, and instead chooses to focus on what he has the capacity to do.
While this type of responsibility can be challenge for young people like me and Jay, providing for family can bring a sense of pride that is unmatched. Jays says that he is thankful for his family, and that they support him in a number of ways other than financially. I’m glad that I can be there for my family in a way that really matters, and I’m thankful that I am even in a position to help out. Nothing beats the satisfaction of knowing that you are doing your part to ensure that your family is taken care of. To me it’s the least I can do to show my appreciation.
*Named changed for privacy
Upwardly Mobile, means that we have transcended into a different (elevated) socioeconomic class. Whereas, one parents may have been lower middles, you (the apple of your parents eye) are now upper middle class.
I embrace this “new money” outlook and some “new money” tendencies . Some may class these new habits of life, as Blowing Money Fast (B.M.F). While I just think it makes sense to pay for certain life enhancements. Why stress yourself when you have the money to de-stress? Why are you working so hard, if you cannot enjoy the finer things? That’s like when you go to Disney World. You could wait in line for hours. SWEAT. FEET HURT. BORED.
OR you could just pay the extra $75 dollars to get the “Skip the Line” Pass.
One seems so much more convenient.
Now, time savings is huge. I have a buppie friend who is busy, and honestly is a self admitted procrastinater. She outsources her personal assistant needs to India. Meaning she has an”Indian PA” who sits in a call center, and answers her beck and calls everyday. She uses them for everything, from “scheduling her car detail, to booking flights, to paying her bills.” To her credit, it’s pretty cost effective to do this.
The next evolution in B.M.F is a bup who suddenly became very stylish. Come to find out homegirl has a personal shopper and stylist. She pulls a real housewives moment, and has them bring her 3 outfits a month. Wow! I think that is my next move.
Your turn, what do you “B.M.F” on?
We have all been there. Drinking, having a good time, laughing, cuffing, and THEN this happens:
Someone comes pushes you too F&@!KING hard. Someone steps on your FooeyBoutins.OH HAYLE NAW! We got a problem!
I will be the first to admit. I got anger management issues. I pop off. What I am becoming more aware of, is although I may be the same size as Manny Pacquiao, I AINT.
I admit to having my own buppie don’t moments. About two weeks ago, I almost got my ass beat. I was tipsy, and I told a group of AMAZON bitches to move, so I could get to the bar. Them 3 bitches looked like they were going to strait jump me, school bus style. I got my drink and I speed walked my black ass back to my girls. Shooot! Men lie, women lie, numbers don’t. 3 against 1? I ain’t dumb.
Now, back in my younger days I would have elbowed a BITCH too close, swung my weave in your face, or STOMPED the shyt out of your hard bottoms. That was then, and this is now. Truly, there does come a point where we should WALK AWAY. All we going to do is LOSE.
HERE are a few reasons why you should avoid fighting in the club.
1 Well Obviously, you can lose it all. Yep! You are going to catch a case. You are going to go to jail! How are you going to explain to your boss, your momma, that you are in jail because someone stepped on your Via Spiga’s??! POOF! There goes your job! Your car, your apartment..shyt your entire life.
2 People out here are crazy including Buppies. Yes! You besta believe if I am swinging on your ass, risking my quality of life, I’m going to box the shyt out your ass. If it has gotten to this point, you should be scared.
3 People don’t forget shyt, even if you win. Picture this: It’s me and my homies chillen at a local bar joint. Getting it in on the behalf of my folks birthday. The spot uses this industrial grade fan, which was seriously messing up our hair. Here comes a group of drunk chicks by us, who move the fan BACK towards us, and dance with the fan. My Homegirl says, “Hey ladies, can you move the fan off us?” Drunk chicks roll their eyes. Ignores Homegirl. Homegirl gets up, walks over and says “Excuse me, we moved the fan earlier to get it off of us, Would you mind moving the fan?” Yea, Homegirl said it with a attitude, some words exchanged. Drunk Bitch, slaps the shyt out of her. Just like THIS Homegirl is stunned. My JAW is on the floor! In fact, it is like the entire room just stops. Homegirl throws drink at drunk girl and commences to WHIP HER ASS. I MEAN she went IN!
But even though Homegirl whipped her ass, ALL we can ever remember is that she got the shyt slapped out of her. Was it worth it?
See, even if you win, you still lose. Don’t fight in the club.
This week was tragic for me maaan.
TRAGIC.
To get to the point, since it is now Friday, I had a VICIOUS ALLERGIC REACTION. I have no clue what the hell I am allergic to.
Anyway, in the hustle and bustle of things, it came time to utilize my health insurance.
AWW YES!! You know, that thingy our corporate jobs provide us. (Actually they deduct an amount each pay period and give us some credits towards it, but rarely pay for the entire thing.) That thing which many single bups do not pay too much attention to…. until Shyt happens.
Well shyt happened. And I the DCBuppie had to make some life decisions in the midst of my situation.
It made me realize how trained I am to reduce cost in the case shyt happens. This is probably something I learned from my parents, whose first step in all “shyt happens” scenarios was to rub some tussin in it and tell me to go take a shyt.
I digress. Back to the story.
First, I had symptoms and I ignored it. Sunday one eye was clearly swollen. But I just blamed it on the lack of sleep, or a cosmetic malfunction. Of course I am walking ’round looking like

But I had shyt to do. I thought I could solve this by poppin my good ole Benadryl.
So that is what I did.
Only to wake up Monday morning, in full panic mode, when both my eyes are swollen, and the only way I could now see is if my head was fully erect and my eyeballs peered over my lower lid.
I looked completely unrecognizable. COMPLETELY.
Holding my blackberry over my head, I called my Sister, a RN. Aw yes. Free medical advice.
She said: “Yea, you should call an ambulance and go to the emergency room.”
and you know what popped in my head ?? $$$$$
Aint that about a bitch? Isn’t this ironic?
You see , I being a mid 20 bup, opted for the cheapest coverage, to maximize my DOLLARS in my pocket. I mean given my youthfulness this made sense. And in doing so, I can remember that an ambulance would incur some heavy montary damage.
So I stagger around my condo, head up of course to find my laptop.
Google my health provider….. Sign IN……Check “IN NETWORK”. (Cus if it aint IN NETWORK, then I got to come out all my pockets.) SEARCH URGENT CARE , cus I figured it would cost less.
I found one within the city. Hopped in my whip, some how managed to park and walk into urgent care.
I walk in, and am asked, “How can we help you.?”
WTF face. I know this BITCH sees my face.
SO while, I want to say: “BITCH my face blew up. Can you hurry the fcuk up!?”
I say , I need help. I am having an allergic reaction.
“Can I have your insurance card.”
WTF FACE x2
She goes into her systems verifies my coverage, all before saying yes she can help me.
Once this is all cleared, she handed me 300 sheets of the same fucking form asking me the same questions. Name,DOB, Aliments, etc. Luckily within 10 minutes I see a Doctor. AND in 20 minutes I was given a steroid shot and 2 prescriptions.
As I laid on the bed waiting my prescriptions, I couldn’t help but think:
WHY da fuck am I putting myself through this ?! I mean really now??
When shyt goes down, don’t we pay for smooth shyt?
I could not help but wonder, If I inconvenienced myself with this “cheaper” insurance OR if the entire insurance scheme impounded my situation?
Anyway, my face is getting back to normal. Ah just in time for 2011 Benefits selection!
This time I am going to opt for one with ambulance included. No need yall, I am SHAKING MY DAMN HEAD at my damn self!
Mother to Son by Langston Hughes
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor –
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now –
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It has been one of those days for me. Totally realizing the commitment I have signed up for in going back to school. Frustrated with WORK and Career. Underwhelmed with my social network. Bored with DC. Not sure I am really maximizing me or catering to my strengths. OR Worse of all, unsure of a direction.
Then, I come to a crashing halt. Look around me, and re-calibrate. Life is not without its challenges. But as I have matured, I feel like so much more is falling into place. OR perhaps I am starting to get the hang of things, to the point where I can manage. No matter what happens now, when it comes to any decision, it is answered with Life is to be lived, are you living it?
I am genuinely a mover and shaker type of gal. Sometimes people either embrace the free spirit or think I’m ADD. (Really! Check my foursquare, I cannot sit still) If one asks, DCBuppie what do you like to do?
My answer is consistently, I like to have new experiences.
This means learning something, meeting someone, being somewhere, hearing something, anything positive and forward moving is grand. These encounters grow me as a person.
How amazing is it to be able to have a lifestyle where, I am my only limitation? We have heard it all before, but in the end the only thing ever stopping us..is us! So easy sometimes for our minds to talk us out of something, or to let others words defeat us. They are JUST WORDS. How trivial words are in the grand scheme of things!
Today is just a reminder to appreciate the gift of Life. As a Buppie, I know how we can be overwhelmed with the several goals, responsibilities, the money, the image, the whatever. So caught up in it, that we lose the ability to appreciate the fruits of our labor, and forget to LIVE. Life is to be lived.
Let’s not waste time caught up. Forget about being a problem solver, BECOME a SOLUTION PROVIDER. Stop cutting back, instead MAXIMIZE every investment. Don’t Live for others, but LIVE for YOU.
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