I hit 'New Post' and sit staring at the flashing cursor.
"What should I write about?" I ask Abbey, who's sitting next to me.
She answers without hesitation. "Me!"
So I do.
Yesterday, Abbey was 34 months. Just two short months from turning three. Three.
Although I'm ridiculously soppy in some ways - I'll cry at anything on television, happy or sad, real or not - I'm not when it comes to Abbey growing up. I watch each stage with pride, and Steve and I will brag about her new learnings at any opportunity.
Coming up to three sees lots of changes. She no longer fits in her baby carseat, she does swimming lessons without me in the pool, she will no longer be classed as a toddler, we have to start thinking about preschool. When will we send her? (In Victoria, it's optional to go to three-year-old kindergarten.) Where will we send her? And those kinds of thoughts lead to schools. I guess we're lucky where we live - we don't have to make any real decisions until the last minute; there isn't a problem with availability up here.
She, of course, can't wait. "I'll be a kinder kid soon!" she declares, on a daily basis.
"What happens when you're a kinder kid?" I ask her.
"I go to the big kids' side!" she says excitedly, referring to the setup at the childcare centre she attends twice a week. Whether she stays there and goes to "the big kids' side" or heads to a preschool instead is yet to be decided. I do know that whichever place she goes, she'll be happy. She's that kind of kid.
She takes it further still. "I'll go to school one day," she tells me several times each day. "I will. And Daddy will take me and he'll pick me up too."
To Abbey, the world is a fun and exciting place. She has no worries, no fears, and a love of life just for life's sake.
I love that.
And although I can't wait to see her grow up, to watch her keep learning, to give her love through all the years ahead - I will her to stop wishing the time away.
Just stay in the moment, munchkin.
She's sick of me writing about her now - "Mummy, come and play with me!"
So I do.
14 comments:
Gorgeous!
My Magoo is exactly the same age - and it's awesome.
(apart from the meltdowns, but i'm choosing to ignore those.)
:-)
I wonder what will happen when she's 13 and you're staring at the flashing cursor: "What should I write about?"
She answers without hesitation. "NOT ME!"
My Master will be 3 in a couple of weeks. He is fast leaving that baby, toddler stage and turning into a boy. Somedays i wish the tantrum afternoons away but on the other hand I don't want him to grow up. Time to play now too
i'm with you … i love watching my two grow up and take their place in the world. i have learned never to predict how they will act in the face of new opportunities — my smart, helpful, friendly fella has had no end of problems at school, whereas my princessy daughter has just declared herself a tomboy and dresses in her big brother's old clothes!
i feel an enormous sense of privilege to be a part of their lives. xt
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Sweet. I'm reminded of my grand daughter who proudly announced that when she is finished high school she was going to the same university her dad went to. She was six. She's now 17 and at that university.
They are so precious and so often I wish I could just stop the clock :)
Such a beautiful, happy, gorgeous girl. Can't believe she's almost three already!! xxx
I love that pick of A. She looks so very happy.
She gets more gorgeous every day. :) xxx
That's just a lovely post! My late mother-on-law, God rest her soul, who also used to live in Victoria (we emigrated there in 1975, but came back to UK after 12 years in Alta) used to say "enjoy your children while they're young!" How right she was(is)! They grow up far too soon: our youngest daughter still played with a doll (in her own room!) at 16: and what's wrong with that? Keep enjoying her. Isobel
hahaha... sweet! though m yet to experience this, yet i feel so enticed by the idea of nurturing one's own kid...(though i know i will be pathetic at it big time)
nice read, nonetheless.
hahaha... sweet! though m yet to experience this, yet i feel so enticed by the idea of nurturing one's own kid...(though i know i will be pathetic at it big time)
nice read, nonetheless.
I have three years old, and I can related. That age is so adorable, and sometimes I wish that they stay like that all the time. Anna :)
This blog is so cute, and that post was even cuter. Your little girl is special, but you don't need anyone to tell you that :)
I'm only 15 so I'm not sure what it'd be like to have a kid, but this makes me feel...maternal, I guess--and happy there's some actual love going round in this world, y'know? ^^
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