- Nicholas: I have to go poop. Chloe, come with me.
- Chloe: okay
- Nicholas: Oh no, I didn't eat my vegetables now my poop is coming out hard.
- Chloe: yeah
- Nicholas: Now Mom is going to make me eat broccolli. Oh Man!
- Chloe: yeah
Tonight, as I was reminding Nicholas that we will be visiting our dear friends Kathy and Oma (her german mom) tomorrow, we fell into a conversation that reminded me just how compassionate my 3, going on 4 year old son is.
He asked me if Oma lives by herself and I said yes. He then asked about her parents and where were her mom and dad? Does Kathy has a father? I guess he wanted to know if Oma had a husband but couldn’t quite put it into words. Where was he? He just could not understand how she could be by herself. He wanted to know if she was scared or sad? With the rate the questions were coming, I think that it really bothered him that she was alone. I tried to answer as best as I know how considering that he was only 3. His final question to me was, “Is she going to be okay, Mom?”
Sometime I forget that Nicholas is 3. Physically, he has excel in everything he does. Soccer, running, and especially biking. He has been biking two wheels since he turned 3. For fun, he likes to bike across the Golden Gate Bridge back and forth. But the part that I am most proud as a parent is his emotional skills. He is aware, courteous, and mature. If there were ever tensions between Tuan and I, he would pick up on it with his radar like it was his job. Not that I want him to but he has become our UN peacekeeper.
After our conversation tonight, I am deeply thankful to have both parents that live near by and for my own healthy and wonderful family. The first thing we will do tomorrow when we see our Oma is to give her a great big hug and kiss.
I think this might be my first sport comment on the blog. Its too good not to comment. Why the fuck would anyone still hire Isiah Thomas? Why? Isiah Thomas should not be around college kids, especially the girls.