“What’s your twenty?” is CB radio slang for asking “Where are you?” Today, my eldest son turns 20 and that’s a significant question for him as he delves into the eve of adulthood.
Okay, actually, I don’t remember 19. And I definitely wasn’t wearing it as cool as this guy.
For AP Lit class, my son had to produce a commercial of one of the novels that he read this school year. Without any coaching or assistance from me, he chose Pious as his subject.
18 years ago on January 19, 1994, I was a brand new Dad to a drooling, yellow-faced, tiny-toed little boy. My namesake was both a blessing and another chance to get it right. Before he was old enough to do much more than eat and poop and cry (sometimes in that order), he taught me something extraordinary – how to love unconditionally.
I’m quite proud of my eldest son, Kenn II, who has begun blogging with his photography, words and the heart of a young revolutionary who knows no bounds.
Kenn Bivins II, not to be confused with his much older father (me), has been nominated for homecoming court at Campbell High School.