To My Unborn Child,
Good luck dealing with your worrisome mother
Who’ll make a big deal out of small issues like scraping your knee,
Or losing your teeth.
Good luck with making friends.
The right friends,
Who’ll look out for you no matter what.
The types of friends that you consider family because you love them so much.
Good luck with school.
If you’re anything like your father you’ll probably hate school,
And start watching television shows that give you ideas about dropping out
And becoming a meth dealing kingpin.
Just stick it out.
Remember education is important,
And I know you’ll be smarter than me.
Intelligence is key,
But don’t forget to pray for wisdom.
Speaking of wisdom,
Good luck with your journey of figuring out who God is to you.
I can only give you an idea of who he is to me,
But you must find him for yourself.
And once/if you ever find him,
Pray for Peace.
Peace that surpasses all understanding.
My miniature me,
Good luck with life.
Don’t ever let this world knock you down.
Get back up and keep fighting, Craig (I’ll let you watch Friday when you’re old enough).
Remember that everything is mental.
What your mind can believe, your behind can achieve – words from my old man –
Sidenote: He tells horrible jokes. Don’t laugh at the jokes, you’re just egging him on to tell more lame jokes
Finally, Good luck with loving me.
I’ll probably do some things that you’ll despise,
But I’m only doing them because I care.
It’s my prayer that you’re nothing like me,
But ten times better than me.
Good luck finding the love of your life and raising your own kids.
I pray they’re better than you,
Which will keep this never ending cycle of great Jacksons to roam this earth alive.
To my unborn child,