I have a good memory. Surprisingly. (I smoked ALOT of weed. lol) I have memories of events that took place when I was as young as six years old. I remember the licking my grandmother gave me when I was about 7 for setting my Aunt Cookie's bed on fire. I remember THAT just like it was yesterday. VIVID. I remember the first time I went fishing with my father at about 8. I wanted to cast the line out by myself even though I had no idea what I was doing. I ended up getting the hook with the worm still attached to it caught in his afro. He never took me fishing again. I remember the first time I kissed a boy. Byron Morgan; outside of the auditorium at Lincoln Middle School. He wrote me a very sweet letter with red heart stickies all over it thanking me for the kiss and I kept it. Unfortunately, my mother found it and I surely remember the beating I got for "being fast."
But there are three days that stand out for me.
September 15, 1989 - After 14 hours of labor, and a tedious, medication-free delivery, Brittany, the Blessed One, came here weighing in at a mere 6lbs 3oz.
December 16, 1990 - After 16 hours of labor, and an emergency C-section, Brandon, the Intellectual, entered this world weighing in at a whopping 9lbs 3oz.
February 5, 1992 - After a mad dash to the hospital in Washington DC rush hour traffic, one bottle of castor oil and 9 hours of labor, the Unique One, Britorria showed up weighing in at 7lbs 12oz.
I may forget alot of things, people and events. But I will never forget the days my kids came into the world. No matter the circumstance, or how long or hard the deliveries were, nothing can replace the feeling of looking into your childs' face for the first time. Their faces have filled out considerably since those days, but when I look at them, I still see them like I did when I saw them for the first time. Sometimes I eish I could still cuddle and kiss them like I did when they were little. There are fleeting moments when I wish I'd had a video camera to document, first words and first steps.
But I guess I will have to rely on my memory...as long as it doesn't fail me...when I want to reminisce over them.
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