Tin and I have spent every waking hour together for the past 48 plus hours. He is communicating so much better than even a week ago, but he has returned to the frequent use of no for just about every response. Do you want breakfast, no I don’t want breakfast. Do you want to go to the park, no I don’t want to go to the park. As I write this he is learning how to open the bedroom door. He asks me, “Do you want to open it? Do you want to help you?”<\/p>\n
“No we are not going to go see the brass band, no, we’re not going to go mommy, no mommy, no!” Tears in his eyes.<\/p>\n
Sigh.<\/p>\n
Tin defies logic – what did I do in my life to deserve a son like him? He is a character as the woman called him last Saturday when we went to see the brass band in Louis Armstrong Park that allow young budding musicians to join in.<\/p>\n
There is nothing easy about this whole motherhood journey though. A guy I was speaking to the other night said that Tin hits me and not Tatjana because he knows who the softy is in this house. I yam what I yam, soft as a baked sweet potato.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, as he runs around the house saying, “I want to be like Evan.” “I want to be like Louis Armstrong.” “I am Trombone Shorty.” I think yeah, but you’ll be a little bit me too when you grow up. My mom was soft as a yam, I’m soft as a yam, and more than likely he will be soft as a yam too.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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