Happy 12th Birthday Son!

Exactly 12 years ago at this very hour I gave birth to a precious son. He's been the reason I've challenged myself to be a better me. I remember the first time I held him. I was scared and proud. I thought I was being brave when I made the decision to grant him the right to life despite the fact that I would be a single mom. There are days still when I’m not sure that I’m being the best mom or that his life could've somehow been different if things had turned out better. Then I take a peek inside his baby boxes or flip through a photo album and get to relive moment after moment watching him become the tween he is today and my heart soars. I haven't done a bad job after all. 

I wouldn’t change a thing even if I could. I love being KT’s mom and we are blessed to be surrounded by loving family and friends to help us face life’s journey. Today I stand tall and proud as I wish my Mocha, Krystopher Tyler, Black Ty, KT and now K. King as I’ve added to the nickname collection the happiest of birthdays. 

Thank you for allowing me the chance to learn to be the kind of mother that fits you. Thank you for showing the world that it can be done. Thank you for making me proud. Thank you for your love. Thank you for being born through me. Thank you for striving to be strong black male. Most importantly thank you for being my son. 

With all my motherly love,

~Your dIvAmOm~