I met Cayden when he was 3 months old. The first time that I held him I knew he was going to be my son. One of the happiest days in my life was when our adoption was finalized.
Cayden sees me as his superhero, which comes with a lot of responsibility. But he takes care of me as much as I take care of him. Everytime I am sick, he comes to my bedside to make sure I am okay. When I had a blood clot in my leg, he would wrap my leg in toilet paper and lay beside me on the couch.
He knows that he will be bigger and stronger than me one day. I tell him that with strength and power comes great responsibility. He said “Just because I am stronger, I don’t need to prove my strength to anyone.” That is my cub. My Cayden.