Just recently I uploaded a photo of me holding my granddaughter on the day she was born. I was in the delivery room when she was delivered and then went with her to the recovery room where they did her physical. 9 pounds 12 ounces, 21 and a quarter inches, sporting a 15 inch around head and 16 inch around body. Thank God she was breech and was taken by C section. My poor daughter would of had a really bad time passing that load naturally. I remember Kyla was not ready to face the world as she had her legs spread as the female doctor was trying to pull her out by the hips. It took two male doctors to help her deliver Kyla. My first thought as I witnessed this was " Another redneck in the family". While my daughter was coming off of the drugs (really great stuff that morphine),I was taking care of this little angel. (A nurse took the picture).
Today though I can have a really bad day at work and I see her smile when I get home and the day got a whole lot better. I thank God for her and even though she is half black I can say to those that don't like that she is half black, don't ever come near her, because I am in love and I will protect her in every way possible. I want to teach her about the history of the black people in the American history, but I don't want her to dwell on that history. Instead I want her to know that you cannot judge a person by the way that they look or how they dress, but how they treat you and those around you. The best part of people is on the inside not on the outside. I firmly believe all of that, and will teach it to her.
