Cause I'm Asian

Dear Chaz

You are a true teen now, trying to find your path, trying to carve your future, trying to determine where you fit.

It has truly been amazing to watch you grow and change throughout life.

You are an amazing big brother, you know until a little sister messes with your computer and makes your Minecraft mess up!

You love to snuggle little Dax. You hold him in your arms, cuddle him close, put him to sleep for me, let him sleep on your chest even though you cannot move to play or go out with friends.

You love to play wrestle with your little sisters and make plans with them. You especially love building tents with them and helping them play.

You can cook fried eggs so much better than me and love to point that out.

You hate school itself (besides seeing friends) but love to learn. You choose to study in your spare time and learn new things.

You read so many books, I have lost count. Your love of books is ginormous and growing every day.

You love to tell me about your books and try to get me to read them but we obviously do not share the same interests. Still, I cave and read some.

You love Minecraft and the technology world just amuses you.

You used to hate to wear pink shirts. Would not even look at them in the store. Then you received a pink shirt from school to support breast cancer and now you have two pink shirts which you wear constantly.

You love math. Math is your favorite subject and it usually comes pretty easily to you.

When you do something really well that I cannot do so well, you tell me it is because you are Asian and I am not. :) You are trying to find your path in this mixed Chinese Caucasian body you were blessed with.

You love to chat with your friends and text on your new phone.

You walk all over the neighborhood and hang with friends.

You are the size of a grown adult male.

You love to hang out at the library, reading, finding new books, studying, meeting up with friends.

You play trucks with your little cousin and smile so big when you make little Micah happy.

You fly Dax around like an airplane because that is what baby brother likes.

You are hot all the time, only wearing a jacket out in the snow.

You enjoy chatting with other adults and have big discussions.

You like to make jokes, a lot, and share them with whoever will listen.

You call me Mummzie. You call nana Nunnzie.  You call aunt jenn Aunti Nennifer. No matter who is listening.

Sometimes it is hard to remember you are my little boy when you look and act so grown.

Dear Chaz

I am blessed to be your mummzie