This is dedicated to the one I love......

My mini, he is by far the most hilarious, witty, smart, loving, caring, amazing person I have ever known in my entire life. And while I'd like to take credit for all of these qualities, I cannot. I have an incredible team behind me contributing to his life skills. His father, what can I say?  He is more than a baby mama could ever hope for. While we both took a violent shove into parenthood, he stepped up and has been the best father a kid could have! (Shout out to Big AJ's dad for being a complete low life and teaching him exactly how NOT to raise a kid!) His grandparents, all 6 of them for spoiling him rotten and laughing at all of his terrible jokes. My Brother, aka Uncle Joey for encouraging Mini to be himself and just do whatever he wants. Even if it means he gets to curse his face off when he's at Uncle Joeys house. SMH. His Uncle Steve for immersing my son in culture and art. Traveling with him, and showing him the finer things in life. An extra salute to his Uncle Steve and his El Salon familia for exposing him to lifestyles that many parents shield their children from. Our CasualS Familia, for exposing him to the lowrider culture, teaching him about driving in S's, and especially for loving him like one of their own!
We were recently going thru some old pictures and videos of my baby from when he was just a peanut (yes, believe it or not he used to be small) I swear they brought tears to my eyes! From day one this kid stood out from the rest. I'm sure everyone thinks that their kid is the best kid ever But I assure you that if you've ever met mine, you'd know he's a cut above the rest.
Most 10 year old boys are kind of mean and naughty. Not mine. He would rather listen to Frank Sinatra than play video games. He would wear a suit and tie to school every single day if we let him. He rocks fedoras with feathers and suspenders pretty much on a regular basis. He knows every single lyric to every single oldie track in my iPod. He tells me how pretty I look every day before we leave to school.
Today was an extra proud day for me, and made me think quite a bit about how lucky I am to have him. It was Career Day at his school, all the kids had to come dressed as the career they wanted when they grow up. (If I may just set the scene for you. Mini goes to Bromwell Elementary. Which is smack in the center of Cherry Creek North. He is one of 6 Chicano kids that attend this school.) Now with his size & skin tone alone Mini stands out tremendously among the wonder bread population of his school. But today, on Career Day he stood out a little bit more. While the majority of the kids I saw, were dressed as athletes, law enforcement, doctors, and a plethora of other careers that their parents most likely dream of for their kids.... My boy went as a tattoo artist. Not just a tattoo artist, but a cholo tattoo artist. And you know what? I couldn't have been more proud! I would obviously stand firmly behind anything he wanted to do with his life. But the simple fact that he didn't care what everyone else was doing is fucking fresh! He didn't care about the looks he was getting, or that he was the only cholo tattoo artist at career day. He just jumped out the car kissed me goodbye, and walked into his school with more vato swagg than Cheech & Chong combined. As I watched him walk away, I felt an overwhelming sense of pride and accomplishment. My son does what he feels, and doesn't care what anyone thinks of it. In my book that's a motherfucking winner. He will go far in life whether he chooses to create art, heal the sick, or entertain the masses. And he will forever be pure fucking gold. You have no idea.
Here are a few flix I took this morning before school. Please note that every single placa on him was 100% his idea. Enjoy.

1 comment:

Miss Rachel said...

This brought tears to my eyes. That kid is going to be president some day. Cholo tattoos and all.