Ahhh, sista, let me tell you, being a mom ain’t gotta be boring. As the Boujee Mommy would say, “Why blend in when you can stand out in style?” From Opaluxe to Gucci, our style game is on a whole ‘nother level. But, behind all the designer labels and high-end pearls lies a story of ups and downs, of trials and errors. The Boujee Mommy is more than just a name, it’s a state of mind – a movement to redefine the norms and expectations placed on us as mothers.

From navigating pick-up lines at Pampers paradise to planning diamond-studded outings with playdates, life as a boujee mom is full of challenges, but also overflowing with joy. It’s the undying love for our babies, mixed with our unrelenting desire for a luxurious life. This isn’t just about being a mommy, it’s about being the best mommy possible, at any cost. And trust me, nobody, nobody, NOBODY does this better than The Boujee Mommy.

As one reads through the chapters of this epic tome, the quintessential ‘Wikileaks’ version of The Boujee Mommy’s diary fables unfolds like a juicy champagne-filled weekend in exclusive Mayfair enclave of opulence. I make it clear time and again in the squares – Good parenting is not only the requirement but rather an abundance of our feminist soul. We weep with our children, we rage along with them, we love impossibly deeper than what once was our version of normalcy.