Labor was easy and long….but after 3 pushes, we met for the first time. The day we brought you home, you frightened us immediately as you lay in my arms asleep jerking on occasion. I didn’t know what to do. At first we thought it was that uncontrollable jerk I did letting daddy know mommy was falling asleep. But it continued and we immediately took you to the doctor’s the very next day. Was it the beginning of an Epileptic seizer? What was this? We had no idea and although you were our second child, we had a little experience but nothing like this.
The doctor examined you and then sent us to a neurologist on the first floor. After testing they found nothing wrong with you, thank God. Eventually you would grow out of it and yes, you didn’t.
Weeks later as I breastfeed you in my bedroom, I began to weep and apologized for bringing you into this world. A world that at times isn’t so friendly to African-American males. A world that finds you cute and adorable at 5 years old, but won’t find you as cute and adorable the older you get. A world that may assume the worst of you without asking you about your background, home life, educated parents, God-fearing Christians who do all they can for their children. An intact, 2-parent family home who provides life lessons for their children on a daily basis. A home where we tell each child at LEAST once a day that we love them. Where we read to them daily and encourage you to read independently as well. A home where we do not curse, talk poorly of others, nor listen to music that degrades women. None of that goes on here in our home. But that’s okay because mommy, daddy, and your entire extended family knows the real you.
I wanted a son but didn’t know the first thing about raising a boy because mommy was raised in a home of two parents with two other sisters. Well, we had a male dog but that doesn’t count. So far you have turned out to be a wonderful little boy who everyone seems to love. Your teachers have sung your praises and told me at least 1-2 times per week that you’re “such a good boy.” What they don’t know if that you can be a little stinker to your sister, but isn’t that what little brothers are supposed to do?
Never one to miss out on a good beat, I know that I will forever have a dance partner when the music hits me right. Just now as I ran downstairs to get the lap top power chord, I broke out in an impromptu dance as you and your sister watched “Bee Movie” and you joined right in with me.
I have great expectations for you but I will follow your lead. I do not want to be disappointed should you decide on one career path while I want you to take another. It’s your life. Not mine. My job as a parent is to help lead you on the right path and support you in every way. Remember to respect your parents, women, adults, and most importantly yourself. Trust God always. I also love how you have taken to sleeping with your Bible. Love this.
I could go on and on but I am well over my word limit. Next fall you will begin Kindergarten leaving mommy at home the first day of school a mess as I send my last off to school. The world isn’t ready for you but they have until September to get ready.
Happy 5th birthday my dear son!
Mommy loves you!
Mom Blogger turned Stay-At-Home-Mom Strategist at www.KimberlyLThomas.com. Reality TV junkie. Wife. Moscato. Mother of 2. Loves Mondays and dancing and singing to 80s/90s music.