It’s been so long since I wrote anything. I’m sorry for that but life has been moving at lightning speed yet slowed to a standstill. I’m glad to tell the world that we’re expecting our first child! As I wrote this my sexy and amazing wife is five months pregnant. I’m literally in a car traveling back to my hometown for our Gender Reveal. I’m soooo excited to finally find out our baby’s gender. I just can’t wait to assign a pronoun to the little one.
My wife is the most amazing woman I’ve ever encountered. The only woman to make me look twice and yet again she drops my jaw as she grows our child within her. The pregnancy thus far has been keeping me on pins and needles. Every new change, pain, or stretching feeling has me with bated breath trying to tend to her. I’m not going to lie I’ve been shaken by the fact that we had a previous miscarriage. I’ll do all it takes to be sure that she is happy and as low stress as possible.
But as you can see the little Hemingway is growing just fine and apparently loves to dance like their mother, and hates people in their face like me. They so far have managed to turn every ultrasound sounds since they have had legs into a dance show or game of covert ops hide and seek. It’s amazing to see the little bugger but show off when we need you to hahaha!
I said all that just to say I’m so glad, amazed, proud, and blessed to have Devin as my wife and to be helping her bring new life into the world.
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When the summers heat is sweet
I grow anxious over the chance to meet/
A child that I soon hope to greet/
I wish to hold your hand/
Admire you when you first stand/
Even show you the magic of Disneyland/
Eager to grapple intellectually with new life/
Teach you how to cope with strife/
And show you the elegant majesty of my wife/
It’s a thought ever so wild/
I’ve reached a point of contemplating a child/
And only afraid of your mother teaching me how your hair is styled/
The time is coming, soon it’ll be your day/
You’ll be born and here to stay/
With us guiding you, the next generation of Hemingway/
(Disclaimer: Just a creative post, not an announcement. Any notice of nativity will be amazingly creative and/or nerdy
Good morning world, and more importantly Happy Mother’s Day to all the wonderful mother’s out there! As I’ve been working hard at finishing my next novel and writing random poetry I realized that I would be at work when Mother’s day started. I’d be at work when Mother’s day ended. The place I wouldn’t be is with my mother for the duration of the day.
I’m 26 years old, at least that’s what my wife and driver’s license says, and this is the first year that I’ll not be within short distance of my mother on this day. It’s a different feeling knowing that I won’t be able to hug and kiss my mom, and cater to her all the day long, but it does have one perk. It gives me a chance to appreciate all the things that Rhoda Hemingway has done for me. It gives me a chance to revel in the memories of my mother’s lessons in life and all the good times. Even the bad times are worth remembering because they never lasted. My mom never allowed negativity to last long for me because she hated to see her kids down.
Next to life, love is the most amazing gift that a mother is going to give you. Not to gloat, but my mom has the market cornered on love she is the end all be all lover of her family. My mom would at any given time give her all to make my sister and I happy. My mom spent countless hours listening to me ramble on about nothing as a child. indulging in hours of conversation about comic books and games as I got older. Supported me countless times in my endeavors as an undergrad as well as dealing with my attitude that I had that was almost unbearable. Since it’s mother’s day we’ll say I got that from Dad’s side of the family haha. No matter how much of an ass I could be Rhoda never falter in her love and adoration for me. Once adulthood took it’s toll and I leveled out into a normal human being she was right there with a smile as if to say I knew the man I raised was in there some where.
My mother is a born leader, not meant to follow any path but her own, and I can only pray that I’m half the awesome person she is. She’s a fighter, a warrior of love. Whether it was the fight to put me into a preschool program when I was only three because she knew I was smart enough, fighting to keep me going to the same school as my friends when the city tried to send me to another, or instilling the will to fight for myself when a college professor told me I wasn’t ready to take their class and I would fail, my mother is a warrior for her kids. No matter what choice I’ve made or path I’ve taken, I never took a step alone. Don’t confuse that with being led by hand through life. My mother when the time was right stepped aside and let me walk my own path, I just never had to look far for my mother’s love or help. I’m grateful to have such a woman in my life. You should be grateful for your mothers too!
I love you so much mama, I hate that I can’t be with you today, but I assure you that I’ll be with you soon. I love you mom. I love you sooooo much! Happy Mother’s Day!!!
-LeTavious “Poetic Ice” Hemingway