"He's Your Son…"

By Will Wavvy

As I was driving home after I dropped CW off Saturday, I couldn’t help but laugh and say, “Thank You Lord”.

Yes I was tired and ready for CW to go home, but at that moment I was thankful for the 15 minute conversation I had with Carissa and Robbie telling them about how CW was claiming Erica as “his girl.”

We all laughed at the innocence and audacity of this little boy and we all agreed that he was every bit of my son.

Long story short, CW was shy at first, but when he got over it there was no doubt about what his intentions were. He saw me open the car door for Erica, which is nothing new. He’s always seen me open doors for women, beginning with his grandmother. It’s how Pops raised me.

Side note – For the fellas that think that’s some punk, simp ish, try it. You’ll probably get a lot more ass.

But as I was saying, seeing it is nothing new for CW, but this time he decided to take my example to heart. From the moment he decided that Erica was, “his girl”, he made sure he opened up her door the rest of the weekend. He even took it a step further and opened the door for her when she GOT OUT the car as well. LOL!

Even I don’t do that.

As soon as the car stopped, he’d tell her, “Hold on, let me get your door for you.” She forgot a couple times and opened it herself and he’d get mad and yell, “You’re supposed to let me open the door for you! LMAO! I just shook my head in disbelief. I had to check him a couple times because he kept slamming my door and I told him to stop slamming my door.

His response… “What dad, I’m just showing Erica my muscles.”

Please don’t tell me he’s going THERE already.

Oh yeah, I guess I should tell you how I know Erica was “his girl” because he certainly told us.

“Erica you’re my girl.” his voice filled with certainty

“Hold up CW, what about Beyonce (his girl since he was 2)?” I asked.

“She’s not my girl anymore, Erica is.”

I guess he figured he’d go with the one he can see besides on TV.

So here I am treating Erica like she has the e-bola virus so CW doesn’t get the wrong impression, and he’s showing me how it’s supposed to be done. Damn.

He did crazy stuff all weekend, but the most “ballsy” was when we were driving. He wanted to sit in the middle seat in the back so that he could see where we’re going. At least that’s what he told me. But what he told Erica, while giving her “the eye”…

Hey, she said he was giving the eye, I didn’t see it.

“Erica I want to give you a kiss.”

She did what any woman would do, she turned and gave him her cheek.

“No, I want to kiss you on your lips.”

LMAO!

Now I don’t know what I was doing to where I didn’t hear him say that, but when I heard about it, I damn near pissed in my pants. WTH! He doesn’t see me do that kind of stuff. I don’t have him watch TV other than cartoon network, a superhero movie, or sports and yet he’s doing this kind of stuff.

His mom summed it up in 3 words, while she damn near pissed in her pants.

He’s your son.

“Whatever Carissa.”  was basically all I could come up with, LOL!

But back to my point…

What I was thankful about was the conversation itself. Here the three (Carissa, Robbie, and me) of us were, laughing and talking about CW like parents should be whether they’re together or not. It’s not the first time it’s happened, but now it’s commonplace and I’m thankful for it.

For those that have known me for awhile, know that it wasn’t that long ago when I’d never thought these type of convos would be a reality; co-parenting with your ex and her man isn’t always easy.  But it’s worth it.

I’m thankful.

These thoughts made me think about something I told myself I’d do, but never got started doing it and that’s create a journal for CW to read when he’s older. These moments are best captured while they’re fresh so I’ve created a blog to where I’ll chronicle everything and share with him when he’s older.

www.willwavvy.com

I’ve never went back to read what I wrote back then and I want to start with that ordeal just so CW can see although his parents had their issues, we eventually got it right so that we both can raise him.