Lately a viral video has been circulating of a mom “crashing out” from everything she’s been carrying, and the lack of a village surrounding her as many other viral mom cry videos . The first thing we always see on social media is: “Go show her love. Send love. Show support.” And yes, love matters. Encouragement matters. But here’s the part that keeps getting missed: she doesn’t just need love, she needs help. Nobody is asking for pity. Nobody is asking for a sad face emoji o

The Power of Community Have you ever felt like you were stuck in a dark hallway that just kept going? Like the movie Insidious , where you’re walking through your own mind, facing shadows that pop out of nowhere? I’ve been there too. But I learned something important: those shadows the fear, the sadness, the pain they’re part of us. You can’t run from them. You have to face them in the mirror. When you do, you start to see that we all have light and dark inside. That’s balanc

There was a time I thought I had no choice but to carry it all. I was a mom, a student, a provider, a protector and somehow still expected to heal at the same time. I was holding up an entire family while barely holding on myself. I didn’t always know what I was feeling, but I knew I was stuck. I was hurting. I was angry. I was emotionally drained and walking through life with functional depression. Honestly, I think I had been in that state before I even had my son. His birt

When you hear the term baby mama , what comes to mind? For many, it’s drama-filled headlines, reality TV arguments, and negative stereotypes. Society has shaped this term into something degrading… something that defines a woman’s worth by her relationship status rather than her strength as a mother. But here’s the truth: being a baby mama doesn’t make you less of a woman, less worthy, or less respectable. It simply means you have a child with someone you’re not married to. Th

A real message for the mamas in the thick of it. Let me be real. I don’t know who needs to hear this, but I’ve got to say it. Maybe it’s for me. Maybe it’s for you. Either way, I’m saying it. Because sometimes I feel like we’ve stopped talking about it. We go through so much...as women, as mothers, as individuals and nobody checks in on how we’re really doing underneath it all. I’m not here to tell you how to feel, and I’m definitely not here to act like I’ve got it all figur

As Black women, we’re no strangers to carrying the weight of words, titles, and stereotypes. One term that gets thrown around often is “baby mama.” For some, it’s a badge of shame, while for others, it’s a part of their reality. But what if we stopped seeing it as a negative? What if we started reclaiming it and recognizing the strength and growth that comes with it? The Power in the Word The term baby mama carries a stigma that’s been passed down through generations. It has

Wassup, babymama! If you’ve made it to this page, I’m sure you’re wondering, Who is this lady that created the Baby Mama Club, and why? First off, hey boo! I’m Shelby B, and yup, I’m a babymama, but I’m also a woman who’s healing. Healing myself, loving life, and embracing all the beautiful struggles that come with it. I’m here to create a space for us moms to simply be who we are. But let me tell you this: Babymamas are not bitter. We’re hurt. We’ve been through pain, sham

I met my baby daddy in high school. He was my “high school sweetheart,” and my first real relationship. We grew up together, experiencing joy, heartbreak, and countless lessons along the way. But looking back, much of our journey came at my expense because I lacked self-love and accepted far less than I deserved. From the beginning, my baby daddy showed me that he was just a young, selfish boy. I stayed, even when I knew I should have left, because I was desperate to fill a v