This writing won’t attempt to connect dots necessarily to prior writings. It will encompass a couple topics that I’ve written about previously but touch on them in a slightly different way. I think it’s because these three situations are very personal and emotionally difficult for me to get through. It’s something that I struggle to really handle and it’s also because I haven’t told my mom about any of these. I feel like as a son I’ve wanted to protect her from some of the major disappointments and pains of my life. When you’re an only child a mother is like your rock, best friend and all that. Put to it that you’re gay and it usually magnifies that dynamic ten fold. That means that when you hurt they hurt just as hard as you do. Sometimes a little harder depending on the circumstance. These three circumstances, while I’ve been able to work through, they still hurt and often times the emotions seep into my daily function of life.
I think the hardest thing for me to do is to tell my mom that twice she was set to become a grandmother but it wasn’t to be. The first time because my ex, without consultation with me, killed our first child. It was going to be a boy. My first born was going to be a mini me. But, because they were being selfish, I wasn’t able to see his beautiful face come into this world. He wasn’t given the opportunity to live and grow in this world. That moment has stuck with me more than a little bit. My son would be three years old, only a few months away from his fourth birthday. Getting ready to begin the journey of school and developing himself. I really believe that had my son been born, that would have been a life changing moment for me. Just having someone be pregnant, willingly at first, with my child was amazing. But, for things to have turned within a span of months because we couldn’t see eye to eye on a relationship was heart breaking.
I have thoughts and dreams about what my son would be doing right now. I think about how my momma would feel, knowing and seeing her little grandson developing. I wonder if he would look like me or his other parent? The truth is this still eats away at me because I ask myself if I could have done anything different. And while I know the answer is yes, the one thing that would have allowed my son to be born would have been the one thing that would have made me unhappy and wasted years of my life just to appease someone else. That, in my opinion, is wrong and it’s sad that people who know they can hold that kind of power would do so, just so that they can get what they want. Instead of allowing something so beautiful as a child to be born into this world. Your legacy forever entrenched on this planet.
If that loss wasn’t bad enough, I had the chance for me to have a child a second time. This time we were pregnant with twins. Not with the same person and this happened last year. While it was not planned immediately, it was definitely wanted. We had no idea that we would be blessed with two babies at once. It was a high risk pregnancy however and unfortunately, three months after, we lost the kids to a miscarriage. I can tell you that both of us were as heart broken and devastated as you can be. It is the most hurtful and painful experience to go through. Yet, this moment hasn’t been shared with my mom because this also occurred a little more than a month after the unexpected death of my grandma. If you can compound loss on top of loss, it’s among some of the worst pain you will feel.
When I found out that we were having twins, it made me have these feelings of another rebirth of sorts. I felt this incredible high because I thought maybe I was getting a make up for the loss of my first child with two kids this time. And when it wasn’t to be it crushed me so bad. I don’t know that I’ve really recovered from it, but, because I live on my own and away from fam I don’t have time to wallow in my sorrow because I have to continue to provide for myself. But there isn’t a day that passes that I don’t think about what could’ve been. Especially knowing that there was a tentative due date of my birthday this year. What a special gift that would’ve been. To welcome my twins on my birthday. The emotions in me are still somewhat blank, because I don’t know how to really overcome this grief that I feel. Because the grief turns to a tint of resentment towards others, who didn’t want kids and got them. How do you wrap your head around it, I have no idea.
Finally, I opened up on this subject a few months ago when we were at the peak of the protests in the Black Lives Matter, after the murder of George Floyd. It was my account of my life altering experience with the Atlanta Police Department. You know, having an intimate understanding of what a black man in this country goes through, I think that trying to explain to your momma that you have been subjected to some of the things she has seen on tv is a very challenging thing to do. Primarily because she lives in another state and if something was to happen she couldn’t get to me for hours. I never want to burden her with knowing that her son is another part of the statistic of black men who have been wrongfully profiled, held at multiple gun points by the men charged to protect and serve. All because someone made a generic profile of a black man committing crimes that I happen to fit. Even though I was still in my work uniform, at my own car, I was still the suspect and forced to prove I’m innocent, instead of being proven guilty on the spot.
I haven’t told her about this because I know that she would be more concerned than a mother normally is for her child. I don’t want to add any more stress to her, but in some ways I really want to just break down in my momma’s arms and tell her the things her son has been through and how emotionally scared I am. But I think one of the other reasons that I haven’t is because being forced to accept these truths with no filter has also grown me in a lot of ways. Made me realize that I am stronger than I sometimes give myself credit for and I really have to appreciate myself for my strength and resiliency more than I do.
Either way, there are so many more moments of things that have happened, but these three for me are the emotional rollercoasters that really give me pause and makes me pause to not want to tell her.