Today is my son’s 18th birthday. It seems like just yesterday that my water broke and I went into labor at work and drove myself to the hospital—Crawford Long in Atlanta, GA— where he was delivered by Dr. Felicia Dawson. When I was about eight months pregnant, I drove up to Memphis from Atlanta, and Colin Thomas, who I’d had a crush on since Mrs. Barrett’s eighth grade music class at Humes Middle School in Memphis (prior to his eventually getting married to his daughter’s mom), came to visit me at my mom’s house. Colin stated that he wanted Justice to be born on his birthday. Amusingly, I went into labor on Colin’s birthday (January 31), though Justice was born the next day. I telephoned Justice’s dad, Donnell, at work to give him the news that I was in labor, and he came to the delivery room. I was concerned that they’d have to bring in a stretcher for him when he saw Justice being born. He managed to survive it, however.
We returned to the hospital a few days afterwards to officially name Justice, giving him his dad’s surname. I’ve watched and helped him grow over the years, attended just about every parent/teacher conference, et cetera. We’ve had challenges, though we’ve overcame them. I can proudly say that Justice has been a good kid—routinely on honor roll and no problems with the law…
Though my baby is 18, he still isn’t grown, however. He graduates from high school this year (and has not repeated any grades) and has to give me at least four years of college. I’m still working on teaching him the best that I can to be a good man, praying that he will be and become all that he endeavors.
Happy Birthday to Justice M. Adams, who is still and forever will be my pride and joy!!