My beautiful girl is edging closer and closer to four, with her birthday just over two months away.
It's been an amazing year. She's learnt so much, grown up a lot, and is the most delightful person to be around. Lots said two would be 'terrible'. I loved it. Then they said three would be difficult. It's been wonderful. I just take her for what she is in the moment - which can mean so many things.
Being three is:
Being brave and strong, but occasionally falling to pieces with fragility.
Loving life so much you excitedly announce, 'Look! It's morning!' every day - and you can't think of anything worse than sleeping.
Learning all the tricks to delaying bedtime.
Confidently announcing, 'Everyone loves me.'
Learning who you are and refusing to be led into things you don't want to do, even by those you admire most.
Talking so much you can't stop until your eyes finally float shut at the end of the day.
Asking questions about everything. EVERYTHING.
Discovering that your parents don't always know best, and letting them know with an exasperated, 'I'm FINE.'
Arguing and negotiating, to the point where you'll even argue about whether or not you're actually arguing.
Expanding your world: seeing how others behave, trying different approaches yourself, and getting to know the types of people you want to be friends with.
Being so busy that taking 30 seconds to go to the loo is sometimes too much to ask.
Calmly accepting big things thrown on you, like becoming a big sister, or missing a birthday party you'd been looking forward to. But if anyone gives you the 'wrong' spoon with which to eat a snack - watch out.
Doing 'big kid' things like sleeping without a dummy, doing everything possible yourself, and demanding privacy.
Feeling despair that you can't read, wishing you could go to school, and desperately trying to keep up with the older kids.
Trying every food put in front of you - until you're around others when you then declare the herbs must be removed one-by-one from your dinner.
Being shocked when your parents don't give in to demands. (See above.)
Finding whatever is around the corner so exciting you almost can't bear it.
I love your list. It is so true and delightful.
ReplyDeleteI'd love to be three. x
ReplyDeleteYep I'd like to be three again too! That list brought a little tear to my eye as I remembered my boys at 3. xx
ReplyDeleteHow magical is three?
ReplyDeleteI'm already looking forward to what four has in store!
:-) xx
Wow. You've inspired me to see life through the eyes of my little one each year. Fancy seeing what three looks like, it's a beautiful world isn't it? :)
ReplyDeleteI was laughing as I read this because it is sooo true. My daughter will turn four in October and I started out hating three but something about it is so endearing and inspiring that I'm actually excited for what four will be.
ReplyDeleteI remember loving my three year olds and four was just as great, for all of them.
ReplyDeleteOh Megan, you've said this so, so, so, so well! x
ReplyDeleteNice Blog
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