We stayed up til midnight, me, Noah, and Puddin watching a movie titled The Martian Child. I love this movie - and the actors in it were wonderful. In fact, when I think about it, almost without a doubt if a movie stars Jon Cusak, I'm sure to love it. And I did. To learn it was based on a book, whose author wrote it about his experience when adopting his son who was abandoned by the age of five, made it seem more magical. Raising kids is by far, the hardest thing I've ever done. Creating a family where everyone feels they belong and have a voice really matters. I struggle almost daily with Noah who challenges me with questions like, "who said the parents get to be the boss?" And Emily who, rather than argue, just does what she wants and suffers the consequences when I catch her. She battles in an entirely different way. After the late night movie, we went upstairs to find Emily snuggled in bed with Kam and Noah asked me if I would sleep with him. And believe it or not, I didn't hesitate. A twin sized bed for two. And Puddin too. Maybe there is such a thing as too much closeness.
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