My Son

My Son

McKinley Alexander-Caleb, born 11 years ago today. Mac was born with a smile. He was a very happy baby. His mother and I went through a very long and tedious 9 months. She and I both were very surprised to see him to be such a happy baby. He smiled more than he cried. As a toddler, Mac learned to wink. Mac loved winking at all females. Yes, he was quite the flirt.

His mother spent a lot of time with the children. She loved the movie, "The Color Purple". There was a scene where the children were being taught to read. She begins teaching my daughter to read and spell. Mac always listening and learning begins to learn the lessons as a three year old. He learned to spell three-hundred words by the time he was four years old. Upon entering his head-start class, he noticed the teachers' name plate. He ask the teacher if that was her name? She said yes.

B-e-e-c-h-e-r "Beecher", he said. Your name is Beecher.

He blew the socks off of every adult in the room. Needless to say, he became the teachers' favorite. For a couple of years, In second and third grade he and my daughter placed first and second place in the entire school in the spelling bee.

Mac until this day remains a very happy child. I always tell him how great he is right now, and how great he will be in the future. I bless his existence. I confirm his existence. I speak life into his existence. I will never tell him anything less. He is a gifted child. He was born to stand before kings and dignitaries. I remind him of his life's calling. It will never be one that I chose for him, but as he was anointed from a baby to be. He is my child. He is born of my flesh and blood. He will carry on where I leave off. I will never leave him without hope of a brighter today and tomorrow.

 I will never leave him without the knowledge that his father believes in him.