My dearest Nathan,
The other night, I picked you up from daycare. In the car on the way home, I asked you how your day was.
From the backseat, I heard, "Mama... Stop talking."
I said, "Nathan, we don't talk to Mama like that. Do you need a time-out?"
And you said?
"Mama... Nathan already IN the car seat" (in this tone of voice like, "what else are you going to do to me, woman??")
I have to keep reminding myself that you're only three. That means I'm in much, much bigger trouble down the road when you're, say... thirteen.
I also have to remind myself that it is that spunky spirit, that "100% feisty Haitian" attitude, that kept you alive in the orphanage. That determination, that fight.... that is what got you through that hell so that I could bring you home.
I'm so grateful you're a fighter, Sweetness.
I love you,