Letter to Mommy

While I was in the oven you were thinking to yourself. As the questions begin to pop in your head. I swarmed and I stayed safe and warm in my bed. Little did you know, I was already there.

As I started to develop and you may have been scared. You went for a test and the test said, YES!

Mailing out your pictures to my grandma’s for a big surprise. You were excited and ready to reveal the secret inside. You called and you called to check if they received, the card that read, God blessed you with me.

You woke up each morning not feeling your best. In time you will get better, you’re put to a test. As mornings went by you tried and tried. You wanted some food, you wanted your favorites. Now what am I to do? I said, ok so you tried and turned blue. As I spit it out, you tried to keep it in. You ran to the bathroom and then it begins. Sick on the stomach, I am so sick of this food. So sick, so sick all I want is you.

As months go by I begin to understand. I needed to grow so you took it slow. Starting out with fruits a little at a time. You wanted something sweet. I said, no not this time.

Brushing your teeth to make sure they clean. That minty flavor and the thought of the sink. You thought it was the taste. You thought it was the paste. You tried all types, it didn’t matter anyway. You still got sick, then you found the trick. Close your eyes and don’t think about it. Brush, brush, brush that’s the way and it worked. Don’t look at it you may throw up.

I wanted you to know that I was growing. I kicked and I kicked, you just felt your stomach. You may have complained, you may have grunt, I am going tell you when I am older. I tried to bat a home run.

You’re going to the doctor at least twice a month. I know you are excited to check on how I am doing. They poked you and stuck you, even made you drink some sweet liquid. Those unknown people make me sick too.

Yes, I am healthy and I can’t wait to come, into a world that is waiting for someone. That someone is me, your one true love. Your one true love your number ONE son. 

Now, let’s not forget that your first love is my daddy (Jamison George). Raise me, guide me, support me and love me. You got this, I don’t come with instructions. Do your best, do what you can. You have support from family and friends.  

Family

Names of Family

Family

Grandma Nessa

Grandma Nessa and Grandma George. You said "I must call them Grandma," I have no choice. You call your mom sweetie even sometimes Nessa P. But, why can’t I call them what I want? I think I will obey, okay they're grandmom anyway. That’s what you think just wait and see.

Grandma George

Grandpa Piper

Grandpa George