My Ode to JC

My Ode to JC

My Ode to JC

November 26, 2014
Here in the US, it’s the date when the police released the video of Tamir Rice: a 12 year old African American boy who was killed by cops. At the time, it seemed to be the tipping point towards violence against blacks for most of us in America. However, in the Wilson’s household, our lives were changed forever: we were told we were pregnant with you, our first child. For most married couples this would be a time for excitement, hell we had picked out our kids’ names months before tying the knot. However, we were more overwhelmed & bewildered than anything. Just eighteen months ago I had been told I couldn’t produce enough testosterone to procreate. To be perfectly honest: that June we had FINALLY come to grips of being the best aunt and uncle on the planet. Now, we’re had to embark on raising you.

July 24, 2015
Since mid-July, we would dance at the end of the night while your mom dealt with Braxton Hicks contractions, just to have a little fun while carrying you. This Thursday night, however, she just couldn’t find the energy to do so. Then she had her first REAL contraction. Then another. And after the 3rd, she let your Grammy & I know it was “time to go.” Now throughout the pregnancy, I selfishly expressed my desires for you to be born July 24, 2015: your great-grandma Erma’s birthday. At 2am, her and God decided to grant my wish. We headed to your Mama Linda’s house to let her know it was happening & ask for permission for you to come on this special day (as though we could have stopped it.) We were admitted at 3 & 12 hours later your mom exhibited strength I’ve never seen from any human: she had you: Jacob Cire Wilson.

You have only been in my life for 12 months but you have impacted it in so many ways. You’ve brought unimaginable joy, unfathomable patience & undeniable happiness. After a long 12 hour work day, you meet me with a smile that will brighten up any day. When I wonder why did God put you in this world, Your innocence takes my worries away. You’ve pushed me to become the man I’ve always wanted to be: one who’s kind & soft-hearted. You’ve taught me how to channel my mental frustrations. You’ve taught me how to love. You’ve brought your mom & I closer than ever before. You’re my Santa’s Little Helper. When I don’t want to go on, your laughter pushes me forward. You’re the reason I’m choosing a healthier lifestyle and I couldn’t imagine my life without you in it.

So to my beautiful Black son: Thank you for allowing me to be your father.

Happy Birthday JC.

2 thoughts on “My Ode to JC”

  1. Nicole Cottles Adams

    So I finally read this on JC’s SECOND birthday…..

    I had no idea what a miracle my sweetie pie was. But he was gifted to the right people…you both have strength and heart enough to shepherd this little old man into greater personhood. Proud of y’all…and proud of you for voicing this so eloquently.

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