I’m probably gonna regret this one but its been bouncing around in my head all day.
Its about my son’s mother, here after to be referred to as babymama. As much as you can look at Aden and tell he’s my son, you can just look at him and if you’ve ever met babymama, you know that he’s hers as well. I used to miss her when we first broke up. Until I realized that he has alot of her in him. Especially when he talks. Its funny how a child inherits their parent’s traits. Its almost like the child is marked by his or her parents with personality traits they can’t shake. Its pretty bad with Aden though. Sometimes when he talks, I swear its her. Today while I was making dinner, he comes up behind me and pulls down my pants and screamed, “I see yo booty daddy!” And he did it exactly how she used to, so much so that I yelled at her to stop twice before I realized that it was Aden. Of course Aden just tells me, “Silly daddy, mommy’s not here, lets do it again!” Its kinda scary in a way but really makes you think and look at that other person in a new light. Don’t get me wrong, the past is the past and should probably stay there but its good to be able to appreciate a person when their not even there.