01 March, 2013
At Age Three, This is What it Entails:
To let you finish a sentence, no matter how long it takes, before responding.
To hold you when you lift your arms to the sky and sob, "hold-uh meee"! (no matter how naughty you have been just seconds before)
To give you more chocolate than any child or adult of the homosapien (or any other species) should consume just because you love it
To let you open the refrigerator and look for a snack even though I have anxiety about 'letting all the cold out'
To present you with your size 24mos Batman pa-jim-jams every. single. day because they are your very favorite even though the pants end at your knees and the shirt exposes your belly button
To sing the same three songs, the exact same way every naptime and night-night because you need that kind of consistency
To give you the time you need to complete your current project before asking you to do something else, which very few other adults understand, but I understand. You need that. I get it.
To love you, little buddy. To nurture you and your little mind, full of idiosyncrasies and quirks. Your world is more amazing now, than ever. Your imagination is reality and there is nothing I can or should to do quell that. I will keep it alive as long as I can, because I am learning that time goes by far too quickly. One day old becomes three years old in seconds, it seems.
It's an honor to be mother to you, my Gagester the Danger Ranger and I love you. Oh, I love you.