I got the best one out of all. He is an old soul coupled with sarcastic witty personality.
A caring little dude.
A mini activist who likes to run around the house singing “love Trumps hate!” and “if he builds a wall I tear it down!”.
Yes, I taught him those things, but he still chooses to learn and carry it every day which is rare for 3 year olds who are usually obsessed with super heroes instead.
He is my super hero.
He is confident and he doesn’t let others bully him. When I took him back to school wearing a pony tail, the older kids started making fun of him that he looked like a girl the moment we walked in. He then quickly responded “So? I like girls. Girls are cool. Right mom?”
He is a feminist.
He is strong. Although he doesn’t have a “dad” he doesn’t care. He knows how to tie a knot, ride a skateboard and even throw a punch. He acts every day like his life is perfectly complete. Most of the time I am the one hurting for what he doesn’t have. He simply lives and does so with a continuous smile on his face. Sometimes I even wonder what it must feel like to be so happy all the time.
He is so happy.
He is loving too. I wake up with kisses almost every day. There are constant “I love you’s” throughout the day for no specific reason. Just because he has that much love to give.
But don’t be fooled. He is far from perfect.
He is stubborn and he has the worst potty mouth a toddler can have.
Like every other human being he is flawed, but he knows it. And that’s what makes him so great in my eyes.
After a bad tantrum or a bad word spoken, there is always an “I am sorry mommy. That was bad of me. I will try not to do it again ok?”
“I will try” is my favorite part of his apology. Because damn don’t we all know that trying to change is all we can really do?
This is Kaio. I made him. I care for him every day. And I am damn proud of it.
Today is not my day. Today is his day.
It’s the day I celebrate everything he teaches me and remind myself how lucky I am to have been the portal that brought him from some unknown dimension into this world.
I am just the messenger.
He is the message.