"I don't even know what I'm going to look like when I grow up." He yelled this at me, one day in frustration.
There are so many things I take for granted about my childhood, knowing that I would look like my parents is one of them. I never noticed how much people tell my children, "You have your father's coloring or your mother's features." Perhaps it was just too much for Tank that day and he had to let out some frustration over things he can't yet understand.
We don't know what Tank will look like when he grows up, but we do know that he is a brilliant little boy with the capacity to do anything he wants in life. He is strong and smart, a hard worker when he wants to be. He is still a little boy, even if his body indicates otherwise. Tank has an amazing way with people and is the most laid back person you will ever meet. I can't wait to see the kind of man he grows into, kind and compassionate. Besides with that smile he is sure to charm everyone he meets.
So handsome boy, I don't know what you will look like when you grow up and I refuse to introduce you as my adopted son. I don't introduce your sister's as my biological daughters (another conversation the other day). You are my son, you are beautiful and I love you dearly!