My son, my dear, wonderful son,
Thou art favorable in my eyes and in my heart.
Thou art the greatest joy in my life.
I am and always have been, well pleased.
From the day you were conceived, I loved you.
For each and every day you were being formed in your mother’s womb, I loved you.
I spoke to you in love…there.
I sang to you in love…there.
I played all kinds of music for you to hear…there.
Not a day passed when I did not have thoughts of what you would be like the moment you entered the world and what you would accomplish in life.
On that Wonderful Day, March 22nd, a bitterly cold Friday in Halifax, Nova Scotia, you kept your mother in eleven hours of labor in that Canadian hospital. Yet there was little worry for I was by her side – and in effect, by your side too. I wanted to help to make sure your entry into the world would be as smooth and comfortable as any birth could possibly be. I was always confident of that fact, for during those thirty-nine weeks of preparation I made it my priority to ensure that you and your mother got the very best of attention and care. Your mother and I owe a huge debt of gratitude to the wonderful Dr. Barbara Parish and her staff at Grace Maternity Hospital for their continuous attention, patience and awesome professional service.
I stood opposite of Dr. Parish at the point of your entry; ready to cut the feeding cord that would be the first of two things from your mother that I would sever you from in your young lifetime. That second planned cut – the proverbial “apron strings” – aka, that too-close-to-your-mother characteristic which many fathers fear of their sons, thankfully was never formed. Like a true alpha male you easily came to develop your own sense of respectful and respected identity and attitudes and developed a proper and equal relationship balance with both your parents. However, as your proud and loving father, mentor, teacher and primary disciplinarian, I rightfully and selfishly claim credit for helping you achieve that sense of identity as I guided you through various male rites of passage in preparation for this first day of your manhood and the many days to follow in your life.
At 1:39 pm AST (Atlantic Standard Time) /12:39 pm EST (Eastern Standard Time) you entered the world. Dr. Parish pointed to where I should cut the umbilical cord. Once I did that, a nurse took you over to a nearby warming table where you were cleaned up, checked and weighed (6 lbs, 9 oz) before being wrapped in a warm, pale blue blanket. Another nurse gently handed you over to me.
I held you ever so gently in my arms, son; our eyes meeting for the first time. You were looking up at me and I looked down upon you with a father’s love as I shed tears of joy; my love for you had completely overwhelmed me. At that moment I had all certainty that our bond as father and son was sealed.
I gave you a strong masculine name – my name, Gerald Edward: the first meaning, rule of the spear, the second meaning rich, wealthy or prosperous. I made sure that everyone in the room knew your official name would forever be “Gerald Edward Robinson II” before I kissed you and thanked whatever gods there were to have blessed your mother and me with such a beautiful, whole and healthy creature. You were my first-born. I could not possibly know at the time that you would have no siblings. It is something which I have always regretted. Still, it simply felt right to give you, the first-born, my name.
I handed you over to your mother, who though weary from her laborious delivery, had a renewed look of energy and joy on her face. She too looked down upon you with the love that only a mother can have for her child. G, your mother and I were two happy, grateful, proud and loving parents at that moment – just as we have always been and always will be even though she and I are no longer together.
Son, I could go on and on writing your life’s story – from a father’s perspective, in this blog article but that would take me the rest of the day and this article would never be finished and published. Therefore, I’ll close with these final words:
Gerald, you are one of the best sons any man – or woman would be proud to have for a son! You are blessed beyond measure and many people who know you and who have come to know you, see that! Your mother and I know people who envy us for having a son like you. It is important for you to know that unlike many other parents – loving as they may be for their children, your mother and I have never felt the need or desire to brag or boast about you or your accomplishments. Perhaps that’s because she and I are simply humble people individually and together, we are humble parents who have never taken you or our blessing as your parents, for granted. Never. Trust me, G; we know we are blessed and we are thankful for having the divine privilege to have you in our lives and the ability and means to raise such a very fine young man like you.
I love you very much, son! Through good times and not-so-good times between us as father and son, you always fill my heart with joy and put a smile on my face. Of course, like any father and son we are no different in having a few disputes or conflicts between us. That’s simply natural and expected. In fact, I believe that helps us both to grow and it strengthens our already-wonderful and healthy relationship! Besides son, if you remember me always saying, “You can’t help yourself, son” you’ll know that your father – while sometimes stern and direct, is also loving, understanding and patient with you. And just because you don’t see me smiling in those conflictive moments, you should know with the fullest confidence that I’m still smiling inside because of the love I have for you and the father’s pride I feel for you; such feelings will never diminish or be extinguished. I am blessed and happy to not only be your father but your dad. My desire is to always be there whenever and however you may need me.
On this very special day – and with every day that follows in your life – just as I’ve wanted for you since before the day you were born, may there be safety, good health, peace of mind, prosperity, contentment, joy and happiness.
Happiest of Birthdays, my wonderful son! I love you!