I have two little ones, ages 1 and 3. I absolutely adore them. They’re so cute. So demanding. Everyone tells me to enjoy it—they grow up so fast. Yes, I know, but I can’t wait for them to grow up. I’m so happy that my oldest is finally 3 years old. Not just because we’ve made it past the “terrible twos”—because even though it’s called “terrible twos,” it doesn’t stop the moment their birthday rolls around. No, I’m truly happy because I’m starting to have real communication with her, as well as meaningful interactions.
I love my little guy, and I loved my daughter when she was younger too, but I especially love them when they’re 8 months old or younger, and then again starting at age 3. I find them more entertaining. Yes, I sit in the living room and play with them, but let’s just say that rolling a ball back and forth isn’t the most interesting thing. Even less so when you’re rolling the ball by yourself, since they don’t understand how it works or know how to push hard enough or in the right direction.
Now we can talk to each other and understand one another. I can sit with her and do activities like arts and crafts and read books, or go out on outings. We finally went to the movies—I think I’d been looking forward to that moment ever since I found out I was pregnant. Well, she didn’t stay seated for the whole movie, and I even had to deal with a little tantrum because she wanted EVERY single piece of candy, but I was so proud to be able to do a mother-child activity!
She doesn’t listen to me about everything (come on, she’s 3!), but she understands what I’m saying. For me, it’s such a huge change, and I find that, in general, it really helps with our day-to-day life. Plus, she’s much more self-reliant and wants to be independent. So even if she puts her shirt on backward, she puts it on by herself. She’s able to put on her coat and boots to go to daycare. As a single mom, I love this stage because I only have one child to get dressed instead of two. Of course, I help her and zip up her coat, but it’s so encouraging to see that we’re heading in the right direction. These little gestures—so simple yet so beautiful—make me proud when my kids do them on their own.
I know the “Fucking Four” is coming, but let me enjoy this moment of happiness—don’t burst my bubble too soon!
How about you—are there any milestones you’re particularly proud of, or ones you couldn’t wait to be over?