By Elizabeth C.
LORD JESUS SHE’S ON FIRE: SWEET BROWN Beyoncé is burning hot in 2013. Lip-syncing her way into Inauguration history, fiercing leading the Super Bowl halftime show, producing a slick HBO hagiography about herself, announcing the Mrs. Carter tour, and now gracing the cover of Vogue‘s March issue.
On the cover the R&B Queen wears Givenchy by Riccardo Tisci in black and white, no doubt a subtle tie-in to the Justin Timberlake-Jay-Z tour just announced. The POTUS Of SwagNation and his new wife were sartorially coordinated in the same colors with Mr. And Mrs. Shawn Carter at Sunday night’s Grammy Awards. And in the days since, Timberlake has joined Instagram, adding “tons of sexy black-and-white snaps.” Do not make the mistake of thinking her cover outfit was happenstance; there are no accidents in such choreographed careers.
In the Vogue interview, the superstar gushes about motherhood. “She’s my road dog. She’s my homey, my best friend,” she exclaims about Blue Ivy, the little girl who came into her life January 7, 2012. And she talks about the rumors that she used a surrogate. “That was very odd,” Beyoncé tells Gay. “Who even thinks that? Like, who would make that up. . . . You can’t take it too seriously.”
Yet, the language she uses to describe pregnancy and the baby’s delivery sounds oddly made-up, like a fairytale version of delivery.
“I felt very maternal around eight months,” she remembers. “And I thought I couldn’t become any more until I saw the baby. . . . But it happened during my labor because I had a very strong connection with my child. I felt like when I was having contractions, I envisioned my child pushing through a very heavy door. And I imagined this tiny infant doing all the work, so I couldn’t think about my own pain. . . . We were talking. I know it sounds crazy, but I felt a communication.”
Ask any mother and she’ll likely tell you that the spiritual connection between mother and child only becomes real when the baby arrives. Up until that moment, motherhood is a concept, an idea, a dream.
Then again, maybe Beyoncé just dreams better than the rest of us too.