The hurtful words “you don’t have a daddy”.
I knew this was going to happen ONE day, but not today. Tate is a few months over two years old and the little girl who said it to her is almost four. Way too young for one to say to an even younger girl. Not just a girl but my baby girl.
When I started down this road as a single mommy, I knew that it would be hard. Emotionally, physically and financially HARD. The knowledge that someday I will have to explain her beginning circumstances of abandonment and why she does not have a daddy. Two hard questions that I want her to understand but not have it define who Tate is.
Brilliant beautiful Tate.
Not in my wildest dreams would I have imagined the joy she brings into my life.