I have a nephew—he’s 9 years old and almost 5 feet tall. He likes building things and he loves math. He’s really handsome and smart, and his favorite color is red. I was 24 and my sister, his mom, was 16 when he was born. I was granted temporary custody of them both and he was 2 days old when we brought him home from the hospital.
We taught him baby sign language and read to him a lot. I like listening to music when I clean, so I sang to him a lot too.
When you see his long body taking form in many shapes through the air, please don’t feel threatened by him and shoot him. He creates his own science projects and when he is not building something, he is practicing a new flip that he learned because he likes gymnastics also.
Since he was a baby, I’ve talked to my nephew using complete words and sentences because I think that baby talk diminishes a child’s linguistic capacity.
When you see him reaching into his pocket, please don’t feel threatened by him and shoot him. He stuffs his pockets with Legos and I gave him a wallet just before Christmas because he is collecting money from chores and side jobs to save up for a really expensive pair of shoes that he wants.
I’ve read lots of books and took classes on parenting and child development, and although he no longer lives with me, I see him regularly and try to teach him all that I can.
When you see his eyes wide and him running excitedly, please don’t feel threatened by him and shoot him. His soul is larger than life and I told him that he can be anything in the world he wants to be so, oftentimes, he pretends he’s a superhero or one of the many characters he’s created.
In addition to coming to church with me, we pray together and talk about how Jesus wants us to be kind to one another because I want him to love indiscriminately.
I have a nephew—he’s 9 years old and almost 5 feet tall. He likes building things and he loves math. He’s really handsome and smart, and his favorite color is red. I work very hard and swallow my pride because I want him to know a life I never had.
The longer he grows, the more I pray for him. When I think of how others might perceive him to be a threat because of his size and skin color, and the way he uses his voice and body to fill up a room, my heart is sick. Please don’t feel threatened by him and shoot him, he’s just a kid and my soul would rip to shreds if he never gets old enough to be the amazing man that’s burgeoning within him.