Dear Dom,
Twenty-one years roll around fast from the vantage point of a, once, teenaged mom. Just thirteen when I made a life decision for us both. Barely able to truly comprehend the world, with very little life experience, I chose for us. I knew life would be difficult at times, although I could not fathom the degree of difficulty, I chose for us. I felt you growing inside of me and no doctor had to tell me what I already knew: that I would give birth to a baby boy. The connection was there and I just knew. I didn’t hope or wish or pray- I knew that I would give birth to a son. I also knew the challenges that a young Black man in America would face and I pulled determination, from the strength of countless mothers before me, to fuel my efforts to give you the tools to navigate this thing called life.