Happy Birthday Q!!!

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Lil’ Big Man

Happy Birthday Quentin Mekhi Glover!

From the day you were born you have been the most important person in my life. Watching you grow these past 5 years has been amazing, I see now how fast time goes by and how quickly you’re learning new things and working on perfecting them. I’m proud of the young man you are becoming; remember all of the things that you want in life are yours. I’m so proud to say that I’m your Dad. People make parenting out to be something hard or a chore – you’ve made fatherhood the greatest joy in my life. It is a blessing that I’m not worthy of. I will do all that I can to ensure that you are equipped with the necessary tools to face the challenges that you will meet in life. That is my promise to you.

I love you son -Daddy.

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Probably the only thing in the world I wouldn’t try to get for him.

I always tell the story of the day that Q was born because I almost missed it.Early on that Sunday morning my wife (at the time) said, “The baby might be coming.” I grabbed the packed bag and headed for the car. My heart is racing and I’m praying that her water doesn’t break, because I’ll be the one cleaning it up :-) . We get to the hospital and they send us home, she hadn’t dilated enough centermeters.

Around 7:30 that evening she assures me this is it, we head out again. We arrive at Hahneman Hospital around 8pm. I park on Broad St. (Point of reference #1) we go in, get registered and we get a room. She tells me to put the car in the parking lot so it can be validated when the baby is born. “Ok, I’ll do it when we get settled in”. (Point of reference #2) I spend the night rubbing her lower back whenever the contractions came, she actually wanted me to ball up my fist and run it across her lower back, my knuckles were raw the next day. We spent the night waiting and waiting between back massages, contractions and just making sure she’s comfortable. So Monday morning arrives and Q is taking his time, I’m not hungry or anything but I know that my wife is going through it so I’m kinda worried. I’ve seen her bad days but this was the worst–her hair everywhere like she had been in fight. We had to keep Vaseline on her lips so they wouldn’t crack because her mouth was dry. Around 9am she says, “Ronald, did you get the car validated?” I said, “No, I’ll run and get the car now.” At this point I know one of two things – I’ve got a hefty ticket or the car is gone. I get to the street and you guessed it NO CAR! How can I go back upstairs and tell her this. I get upstairs and she says, “Did you get the car?” “Everything’s cool.” I said. She says again, “Ronald, did you get the car?” “No they towed the car!” all I hear is her mother say, “Aw Ronald!” So after I calm everybody down I call my best friend he comes to get me and we head to the impounding lot. We get there get to the car it’s around 10:30 am, now the pressure’s on because I know this baby is coming soon and if I’m not there she’ll never let me live this down. I begin praying, “God let PLEASE let me get there in time.” I arrive back at the hospital and it’s 11:20am, no one is throwing anything at me so I guess he hadn’t arrived yet.

Quentin came into the world on Monday March 24, 2003 at 11:42 am and I was there to see it. Talking about making it under the wire? The Man Upstairs spared me from a lifetime of guilt and ridicule. If me getting back in time was the clutch performance, his mother was the Most Outstanding Player that day. Now I know why they say that a woman is close to death when giving birth. I told her after that you don’t have to give me another child, after seeing what she went through with Q. I always wanted a son and God gave him to me on the first try, what more could I ask for.

Although her and I are not together anymore, we talk about that day once a year and get a big laugh out of it. As long as I don’t get to hear “I told you so” I can laugh all day long.

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Daddy’s Best Friend.

3 Responses to “Happy Birthday Q!!!”

  1. That is beautiful! The greatest love of all is your first love- the love of your parents. Your little man looks so cute in his suit :)

  2. thebrotherreport says:

    Thank You. He’s 5 going on 15 :-)

  3. luck says:

    seriously, we need more men, more fathers like you out there showing
    children the proper path to growing into good men and women. this blog entry is hope and possibility, it makes me feel so good! thank you for being a father to your son and being a role model.. no.. a HERO. your son is so handsome too! :)

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