Baby Z - Growth...

Wow… This whole parenthood thing is still in its beginning stages of sinking in. The more I think about it, the more blessed I feel. Ronda stepped out for a few to get her hair twisted, so it was on me to feed, burb, and change Zion. Well, then, feed, burb, and change him, again. I just started thinking about how my little boy is going to grow up to be a man with his own personality and own beliefs. I can teach him my beliefs and provide an example of how to live, but he will make his own decisions.

While I was feeding him, Asher Roth’s song “His Dream” started playing on iTunes on my computer. I used that song as the backdrop when I wrote a poem for my Dad’s 50^th birthday a couple of years ago. It’s a song Asher Roth wrote about his father’s life and continuing his dad’s dreams. I just started thinking about how my Dad held me in his arms like this 29 years ago. And, over time, I grew into the man I am today. I wonder what went through my Dad’s mind as he held me as an infant. I wonder what were his dreams for my life and his. I wonder how he felt when I was a talkative elementary school kid that would carry a conversation with any person that would listen. I wonder how he felt when I became a teenager, started defying his rules, and felt like my way was the best way. I wonder how it feels to see the child that used to depend on you for everything learn to stand on his own two. Zion needs Ronda and I for everything right now. And, we plan to provide it. Part of me wants to keep him in this state of dependence, because he has given my life new meaning and purpose. But, the larger part of me is excited about his growth. He will be a beast at life!

Let's get it, Z!

It's life... we gotta kill it!

God is… and always will be…