Katherine Jackson on the day Michael was born
My experience with Marlon and Brandon didn’t dissuade me from getting pregnant again. The following year August 29, I gave birth to another son.I remember that day well because my water broke while my neighbor Mildred White and I were driving over to see the new grammar school under construction, Garnett Elementary.“Oh, my God, Mildred, I can’t sit in your car like this!” I exclaimed.“Girl, don’t worry about it,” Mildred said, turning the car around.At my request Mildred drove me home. I called my mother and she and my stepfather drove me to Mercy Hospital.Shortly after I got there, I began having contractions. Later that night, my son was born.“I want to name him,” my mother said. I hated her first suggestion: Ronald.“How about Roy, then?”“Oh, my gosh, Mama, no.”She thought for a little while. “I’ve got it—MICHAEL.”“That’s it,” I said.By then I was used to seeing my babies born with funny looking heads, so I wasn’t alarmed by Michael’s. The two other things I remember about him as I held him for the first time were his big brown eyes and his long hands, which reminded me of my father-in-law’s.“I bet I was an accident!” Michael has teased. He wasn’t.
Source: From the Book “My Family” by Katherine Jackson
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