Seven Months

My nephew is seven months old

I remember the day he was born like a friend you only saw at summer camp

It was July third

The doctor broke my sister's water because nobody wants to deliver a baby on the same day as the birth of a nation

I woke up at ten am and rushed to the hospital

I sat with my sister eating ice while she waited for a new human to make his grand appearance

It was eight pm when the doctor told us she couldn't do it

And it was at eight o five that I watched my sister cry because she thought she wasn't woman enough to bring her baby into the world naturally

You see my sister never wanted children

She told everyone since she had been ten that kids weren't her thing

But at eleven twenty three I sat in a hospital hallway with people that I have only talked to two times in my life

And watched a nurse wheel the most perfect and precious human I had ever seen into a small room

Seven months have pasted and he's still the most perfect and precious human I have ever seen

I looked at him and he looked at me

I thought to myself what he would be like once he got older

How would he sound

Who would he be

Would he have to worry before going to school because of tests

Or teachers

Or mean kids

Would he be forced to pick what he wants to do with his life before he's even got a chance to live

Would he be so worried about memorization that he would forget to learn

Will he remember his eighth birthday party or will that get pushed out of his mind only to be filled with numbers and facts

Will he call me for advice for girls or for homework

Will he live a life of knowledge over a life of mortality

My nephew did not come into this world because of society

He came into this world because of love and by the grace of God

But that does not mean that he won't be morphed into what society wants

That won't stop society from playing God

I just hope that when his time comes he'll be ready to fight off the demons

But right now he's seven months old

He is helpless and innocent

Not even the devil himself dares to touch him

He is loved

And he is protected

So all my fears can be put to rest

Because my nephew is the prince of a Silver City

That is guarded by giants that are bigger than whatever comes to harm him.