Complexity. Times seven thousand, five-hundred and fifty-four. Seriously.
Dear Mai,
I bet if you googled the title of this post your mind would esplode. I'm sure you'll find articles from the incredibly sweet to the frighteningly terrifying. It is a well documented cliché but let me tell you first hand, it is jaw dropping, unbelievable watching it develop from the ground up.
Let me first preface this with that you and mama obviously love each other very much but there are hints of the "I hate you and you ruined my life!" stage you will undoubtedly go through when you're a teenager. Or when you're seven. You're pretty advanced.
The one thing that just kills me is the way you play mama. You already know what buttons to push with her and you push them like a robot on crack cocaine, just to the point of madness... then hit her with a "I love you mama, you're the best mommy in the whole wide world!" as you shower her with hugs and kisses. I have to be honest, it's a little bit scary. It's kinda psychotic really.
I don't really help. I encourage it sometimes because it's funny. Let's take the song "Get yo freak on" by Missy Elliott for example. I have that song / beat in my head more often than i don't. I don't know why. It's just the way it is. Don't judge me. Well, chances are if it's in my head, it's going to come out of my mouth eventually. Mommy hates this song. At least my rendition of it. You see where I'm going here. I bust a little move, sing a lil bit and get "the look." So i sing it one more time, laugh and call it done.
Enter 4 y/o Maya.
You see this transpire, think it's funny and want to join in. The only difference is that you will do your bad little, 4 y/o rendition of "get yo freak on" for seven hours straight. I of course laugh. At least for the first 3 times. After the 50th time i see mommy on the brink man... and you do it one more time... three more times.
It's all fun and games now but i really don't know what age 13 is going to look like. Daddy might reek of booze by then. ;-)
But, despite all that I wanted to let Mommy know that the majority of time you and I hang out you talk about mommy. You talk about how you miss her, love her and just want mommy. This is you at the bus stop this morning on the way to school. I'm just gonna leave this here so you both can play this on repeat when those inevitable dark days come.
Love you sweet pea. Love you mommy.
Daddy