Three years. I can barely believe my first born is three years old. It doesn’t seem possible that so much time has passed. And then again, I cannot believe it has only been three years, for it feels like I have had you all of my life.
This year has been amazing. We have experienced many fun adventures. You have learned so much. I have learned so much. I constantly feel a surge of pride in the boy you are. You are all things gentle, kind, caring and nurturing. You are hilarious. I don’t know an adult who can make me laugh the way you do- constantly. It isn’t because of toddler antics, but because you are down right one funny guy.
You are polite and believe in boundaries. You walk on what is right and point out what is wrong. You are still the observer and learner. You would rather watch and then lead. You are cautious. The irony is you have no fear of water and love to ride on your toys fast and complete ‘tricks’ as we watch. You love an audience.
It is said that a parent teaches their child what they truly believe. It is in these teachings we as parents come to know what kind of person we are and understand what we believe to be important. I have learned so much about who I am through being your Mom. I didn’t realize how firmly I held true to certain thoughts, expectations and values until I parented. Again, KK you make me so proud in the system you are creating regarding your values and beliefs.
Baby love, I hope this happy-happy is all you have been waiting for over the six months. You have been anticipating and waiting for this day for a long time. I hope it is full of magic and good wishes come true. My hope is the coming year you will grow new friendships, stay true and continue to ask me to dance after lunch. I look forward to the conversations and sharing in the coming year. Please feel free to keep both your tantrums and practice of testing the limits of your independence to yourself. Keep your chin up and stay the course.
I love your guts. I love you so so much.
Oh- let me quickly answer your questions:
Yes, three comes after two. You cannot chew gum because it is your happy-happy (nice try!). You do get to go to school and wear underwear. You are a big boy, but you still need to take a rest. And nope, no more diapers with the exception of bedtime.
Happy number three, Mister Man. Happy number three. ~
Mommy
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