MOJO Rising......

We have this baby. His name is Mojo. Well......thats his pet name. His real name is Marcus Oliver but we called him Joe when he was in her tummy. Prosperous Joe to be exact. A friend came up with Mojo and it fit for a couple of different reasons.

He is all farts and giggles and everywhere at once. She is at the center of his world. She is also at the.center of mine.

Her and me......we didn't need a traveling companion to compliment or complicate our life together but he laid designs upon us and I totally had it coming.

See........I have a checkered career as a parent. I got fired from my last gig for not being a team player. At that point I swore off them.

'The advantages are so worth all the sleepless nights, heartaches and sacrifices'

'Ooh they showed me what it was like to love unconditionally'

These are merely the stories you tell yourself to validate the experience and God knows I've done just that at times. So I should know, right?

All my illusions about being a parent were stripped from me. All that was left was the daily grinder of caring for a spirit in a meat suit.

Sounds cold yeah? It is, no argument. But this is what I had to work with / through.

In my own mind a perfect construct to see out my days in childless self reflection and wound licking.

So we have this baby. His name is Mojo. I didn't want him here but he knew better than me.

He knows I am broken and he is teaching me how to fix myself. In return I'm doing the very best job I can to care for someone without a safety net.

The one saving grace is that love fills the void after illusion has left. At least that is my experience.

Once again. We have this baby........