LETTER TO MY UNBORN CHILD. I hope you like my post. Its inspired by true events around me. Please comment and share. Thank You

July 4, 2013

Dear Junior,

    You might never know it my dear son but I've never been more proud of anything I've ever owned in my life than I was at the thought of having you. I had dreams for many years past for a day that would come when I would have to look into those little eyes, the very replica of mine, and your lips, cuddling you so tight as though if I were to leave you for a split second my life would suddenly have less meaning than it did before finding you. I guess its the dream all great father's have: to see their first born son come into life.

 I want to write this letter to you to make you understand how much we, I and your mother, know you. We love you very much and we have felt your existence in our lives more than anything we have come to appreciate today. You have been a big part of our life and your coming has opened our world to new horizons. I bet you wonder why its Junior I call you my dear and I would tell you it is your name. I have given you a name that would forever exist with you, that would forever define you. It was a thing of marvel how your mother first saw you. How she peered down at you and found the unmistakable contours of my face engraved by the Creator all over yours. You had my eyes and you stared right back at her to her amazement. She knew you were a boy. She was certain you were everything I would have ever possessed in my genes. Thus she has seen you and I know you are mine. My firstborn son.

 I can't begin to tell you all I have to say in this letter. I don't know where to start from or how to say things to you that ought to be but yet are not. I wish I could take you on a journey through our lives so you can see better for yourself rather than have to battle daddy's vocabulary and excessive usage of rhetorics. But I'm afraid its the only way I can talk to you now.

Your parents happen to be peculiar kinds of people. Your mum is a beautiful young lady with a passion for doing great things. Recently I found out myself she was a pretty good writer and she has a very analytical style of writing, describing her thoughts and perspective with such precision as you would find of people with a clear heart and a blunt mode of speech. O yes! She's blunt. She would say things as she deems them fit without breaking character or compromising her opinion in lieu of not hurting someone's feelings. Yes my dear, I know you're thinking she's harsh. Well I'm afraid you're not alone in that thought dear. Let's try to keep it between us, shall we? So my dear, she's also a student in medical school and she's striving to come out with good grades. The best thing about her is her involvement with God. She's come a long way into becoming a very good christian and I'm certainly proud of her. I your father on the other hand... its not that easy to describe one's self my dear but I'll tell you that I might not be a good christian or a focused individual but I have a big heart that wants to please every life its touched no matter how little. I'm also a fresh graduate who just came back from serving the nation in the NYSC scheme.

 If you look carefully, these description of your parents don't spell "rich family". Well, you would be absolutely correct to think that my dear boy. We barely even find enough to fend for ourselves, though I must say we try our possible best to look out for each other. Its been difficult nonetheless trying to live through for the past one year. I remember how hard it was when I would call your mother in school and she would tell me of how she hadn't had anything to eat all day. I remember how much pain I would feel searing through my chest as I wondered within the shell of my mind asking questions that never seem to have answers. 'How would she find food? When would all these suffering and poverty end? How would I have been chosen to experience so much pain in my youth?' We, I and your mother, both come from very difficult backgrounds. If you were to take a visit to grandma's you would wonder if there ever was a silver spoon in my mouth. Well, I assure u there was. ''Could it be that it was stolen or perhaps given away to some distant stranger that needed it more than I do?' O well, never mind that. What I'm trying to say is life's been difficult lately and it was under these circumstances you came to us, pitching your tent within mummy's womb, just as our Lord deemed it fit to pitch His tent within our Lady's on the day of the Annunciation. Your arrival in our life was never noticed. You warmed your way into mummy's womb silently without giving any regular physiological signs. You were sturdy and hearty and even managed to thrive well regardless of all the difficulty mummy's been through. I remember getting gossips from aunty of how mummy looked very beautiful bearing you in her womb without being sure. You stayed silently in her until the third month when you started to show her you were there. I would never forget how she panicked jokingly with concealed fear on the phone of possibly being pregnant. It was the funniest joke I had ever heard. One I never saw coming.

 You see, these were the situations of things surrounding our families prior your conception and we struggled even more because of our shortcomings as humans. I had been away for almost 3 months and me and mummy were having lots of relationship issues, mostly misunderstandings, that almost tore us apart. I prayed to God at one point for a sign to really hold on to the love I was beginning to misconstrue. I erred in so many of my impressions of mummy and I almost fell apart thinking about those errors I might have about her which were not as I thought they were. It was because of that I fell back to God for a sign to hold on to the love I was never more certain of and that's when He sent you or rather should I say the knowledge of you because I understand now that you were conceived when I and mum were still crazy in love with fighting with each other, and not in those later periods during the fight itself.

To be continued...