JenniferHenry
Jennifer Henry was born and raised in Dallas, Texas. She studied psychology and biology at Howard University where she grew a deep love for research and activism, met her college sweetheart and was initiated into the Alpha Chapter of Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Incorporated. She went on to a doctoral program at New York University’s Center for Neuroscience where she was a MacCracken Graduate Fellow and Adjunct Instructor. She earned a Masters of Philosophy in Neuroscience, leaving early to focus on her passion for being a Mom and using science to develop a culturally sensitive curriculum for children. After years of study and practice, she developed the NeuroNurture curriculum and built a nationally-recognized, award-winning private preschool and kindergarten in New Jersey. After 14 years in the Northeast, she returned to Dallas. She blogs about her Mom-ventures at MilkBrainBlog.com, is the founder of The Village Co-op DFW for Homeschoolers and is the Parenting Staff Editor at blacklove.com. She is an active member of Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Incorporated. She and her big boy volunteer at Meals on Wheels and push for criminal justice reform with Faith in Texas. She also serves on the Alumni Board of Directors and the Intercultural Council at the Hockaday School. She loves to travel and eat, practices natural living, is a sometime-vegan, cloth diapers, makes baby food, homeschools and is living her best life with her college sweetheart boyfriend of 15 years and husband of 9 years, Jeff. They are two-and-through with their gorgeous little boys Jackson and Jones, ages 7 and 9 months.
Gratitude is the attitude, and with that in mind, blacklove.com’s editorial contributors reflects and shares what they are grateful for. In this edition, parenting editor Jennifer Henry reflects on her gratitude for the humbling experience of parenthood.
She didn’t see a problem with her son playing in her high heels. Her husband, on the other hand, felt differently.
With their first child, they rushed through an infancy ruled by development charts and worry. So when baby number two came along, they knew they wanted to do something different.
A mother and wife shares lessons in love, communication, and parenting that she learned from nine years of marriage.
For as long as I could remember, pregnancy was a part of my dreams, goals, and marriage. Then, one day, it hit me, my childbearing years were in the rearview mirror. But after a few days of feeling like the closing of this chapter was something to lament, I slapped myself into a new fantasy: My body was mine again. Aw SH*T!
When it comes to kids, what’s theirs is theirs and what’s mine is theirs. But what happens when the kid breaks one of mommy’s favorite luxury “toys” one too many times? Every mommy has her breaking point, and I just reached mine.
