Dear Troublemakers,
4 years ago TODAY, I became a mother. My son made me one and now we celebrate 4 years of motherhood alongside 4 years of boyhood. Today I am thinking back to the letter I wrote to him in I’m Still Here - here’s a reminder of what I was pondering back then:
My sweet son (oh how did I know know know that was going to turn out true?),
Even as I type this, you are tumbling around in my belly. You are only two pounds in weight, so your kicks feel like flutters, like butterflies in my stomach. You are my butterfly…
Your daddy and I talk about you all the time. He can’t wait to show you all his favorite films, and he hopes you will like horror movies as much as he does. I think about taking you to the park, and indulging in my own childish sense of curiosity at the world, seeing it through your eyes anew…
In our house, there will be dancing. There will be laughter. There will be love. In our house, there will be the smell of soul food and the sound of Stevie. We will teach you…