"Letter To My Unborn Son"

photo: Pat Houston Photography

LETTER TO MY UNBORN SON

I knew a time would come when the love your father and I share would create a life.


A time where we would unselfishly seek to deposit the best of us into another being.


The irony of that time being now is - I have no idea who YOU will eventually become.



I want for you to know and develop your own relationship with our Father, his son Jesus and the Holy Spirit.


I want you to be smart, respectful and witty.


I desire for you to be introspective and transparent, but most of all accountable.


I want your character to reflect truth, integrity and authenticity.


Perhaps be a follower and observer, but only to grow into an independent thinker.


I pray that your legacy will be one of greatness.


A legacy that honors not only your father and I, but one that you will be unabashedly unafraid to create and live to the fullest for yourself.


I know you will have a full life filled with mountains high and valleys low.


And through it all, I will encourage you to walk by faith and not by sight.


I want a lot FOR you and FROM you


But I want these things BECAUSE of you.




Because the journey will be uniquely your own to make choices.


We'll be there to guide you, but we will let you fall.


It's so important that you learn early to live life on levels and arrive in stages.


Nothing is ever going to be handed to you, and the sooner we can teach you to appreciate all that life is and all that it isn't,


The sooner you will begin to lovingly embrace it for yourself.




That's the reason why your name is so special.


And it was chosen especially for you.


So that you never forget where you come from, or where you are going.


Cooper Moses-


A barrel maker


A leader


A KING




(Kimberly King - 3/16/11)

"Man Up"

Guns blazing, your masculinity feminizes me.
The depth of your voice
Reflects the enormity of your character.
You stand tall
Posture errect
As if all of the sun, moon and stars created this effect.
You found me
Somewhere between his broken promises
And your eyes
It was there that we witnessed vulnerability.

Implicitly stated you are
Son
Brother
Teacher
Educator
Father
Husband
Friend
Not necessarily in that order.
I am Daughter
You spit protection like comfort food
And I am well fed.
By your actions I am nourished,
With the mere thought of your ambition
My submission
Comes to fruition
Giving life force to the spirit that resides within you.

I see the depth of your heart
Scarred and marred by pain.
Life and death have
Managed
To
Damage
You
Yet not completely.
Your instinctual
Inhibitions to freely fly
Leave me speechless because my wings
Have not yet recovered
From the smothering
Of their covering in the spring.

I see you soaring
High above rooftops
Mountain peaks
Clouds above
Yet I feel numb.

As a dove
I've been in awe of your flaws.
Because your quiet acceptance leads me to accept you as you are
Which is far from perfect.
Just like me.
You confidently speak your peace
Keep it a lil street
As you consistently reach
For all that is within your grasp.
How can you have such an ability to make it last?
Prolonge the inevitable
That savoy edible
Connectedness that allows you to release.

You opened your arms like gateways to your heart
That was the start.
When I saw a glimmer of what you had to share.
I stared
Long and hard
Cause my P-O-V had me witness this same facade
Like a bodyguard
On someone elses frame.
The game
Was real good
Cause I was the only one who misunderstood.
That love language
Left me damaged.

But that was then
And this is now.
And damnit there's no way
And there's no how
When it comes to acknowledging your worth
That I'll let too much time pass
Before I decide
To finally
Man Up!

-July 29, 2008

I wrote this and only shared it with a fella I just started to date and contemplated taking it to the next level with. 

He eventually became my boyfriend, then my fiance, next my husband and is now the father of my first child.  It's been a blessed 3 years...and counting :) 

In The Womb

Amidst school girl crushes and grown woman facination beats a fluttering heart.

A life merely forming it's existence yet profoundly effecting my entire world.

With spirit and emotion intersecting at the epicenter of my cervix, I have life.

As seed turns to fetus, turns to baby

The days turn to weeks, turns to months, turns to a new realm of existence.

Trepidation meet hesitation.

Hesitation greet intimidation.

Intimidation, my name is Momma.

Maternal instincts kick into high gear as quiet fear resonates in my subconscious.

The who, what, where, why and how questions now have a frame of reference and a POV.

I immediately conclude that the lens upon which I view my world will forever be changed

As my body takes shape and form to develop another living, being inside.

KCK

Feb 27, 2011