بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
I can’t believe my son is a Teenager!
It seems like only yesterday……….
When he would look up to me and proudly proclaim, “I can touch your shoulder!“
Or when he could finally see his whole face in the bathroom mirror…. 🙂
Or when he would run and hug me tight during a heated game of tag.
*I was “base.” 😉 ❤ ❤ ❤
Or when he would get “lost” looking for the kitchen. SMH
Or his bomb-ass beat box – 2nd only to Buffy RIP 😥 😥 😥
Or that face he would make flipping over his bottom lip that still makes me laugh.
Or that video we made in Leimert of him with Akala in that tree by Crenshaw,
that he wore me out with…….
The way he can find ANYTHING lost or missing ANYWHERE!!!
His expert advice.
The way he saved face when my little Doppel kicked him in his in the roda.
His competitiveness whenever Kirikou showed up. 😉
That frightening vertigo when he and Ameer decided to pick me up!
His Muhammad Ali impersonation.
His overprotectiveness (“Who dat?”) 😛 #aintnevahbeentoNOLA 😀
His “transitions” that he would have to remove to find something outside, then couldn’t see.
The growth chart on the wall that would surpass me now.
How he made me laugh when still in the womb. 😉
The frequent trips to the emergency room.
The grass stains. #boyz
Capoiera and Drum Lessons
Art Camp and Piano Lessons at The Watts Towers
ASL Lessons and how we could communicate
from long distances without having to yell
Him learning how to write and read Arabic and English at the same time.
His comic strip whose main character was a Superhero, named “Jamil” #ZAWJI ❤ and whose father and uncle were also Superheroes and the Grandfather.
His puppet shows, made out of socks, but that were so entertaining!!!
His determination to do anything he put his mind to.
His resiliency and ability to adapt to ANY situation.
The way he had all the children at the shelter competing to be KK to his Rodney C…
His fingerprints on the wall…….
I miss you, ابني
The way he reminded me of the time, when I was supposed to be cooking his Dinner LOL #gottaloveit ❤ ❤ ❤
His Science Experiments
His patience and tolerance of my mood swings.
The way he would alert me to the presence of devils (one time in ASL).
How he knew when I was ready to leave just by the sound of my keys.
How he would just say, “That’s my Mama…” whenever I did something crazy.
I love you, ابني