And I am not going to bore you with the same old story that says: “Exactly three years ago, right now at 8.35 AM, I was wide awake like a girl on class A drugs and Red Bull, because I was so excited to have given birth to the most gorgeous baby on the ward! In the UNIVERSE I mean!”
Fast forward to today and you are in front of me sitting on your bean bag arms crossed behind your head, watching the Scooby-doo DVD that your brother gave you for your birthday.
You are proudly wearing your “3 today!” badge and your hair is definitely far too long. Yesterday I tried to put a hair clip in your hair but you told me off for even thinking about it. The same way you tell me off for offering a pink plate and pink cutlery “THAT’S FOR GIRLS!” You are only 3 and you already think pink is for girls. What’s coming next? Ironing, cleaning and cooking is JUST for girls too?!
I look at your gorgeous little face and see the marks of the chickenpox you had a couple of weeks ago and the results of a nasty cold on your cheeks. How many time this week have I said “Do not wipe your nose with your sleeves!!”? So often that I am now saying it in my sleep!
I can’t wait for you to unwrap the coolest present ever. The one that is going to make your eyes pop and love us FOREVER… your first SCOOTER! You have been dreaming of this scooter and occasionally tried to borrow your school friend’s but without success. A scooter is not something you share that easily. But that’s OK because now you will have yours! We kept it from you right now, because we know that in a 3 years old mind you will want to ride it then and there and unfortunately Maman and Papa haven’t had the chance to upgrade to a bigger house yet.
You are so big now, and the proof is that Iggle Piggle has been replaced by Ben 10, Dinosaurs and Superheroes! I am not sure I can say if I like it or not, although I am quite glad not to be singing the Iggle Piggle song in the shower anymore.
We have started proper potty training this week and you are doing really well for someone who has a mother who doesn’t know what she is doing. I am very confused with all the advice around and how we should go about it, but you, you don’t care. “Whatever” is your attitude, “pants OR nappies, as long as I can watch Scooby-doo and play, life is good”.
One of your big milestone this year is when you started preschool. We both cried a bit but you now love it. You have friends and you make cakes and paint. Once again, in a 3 year old life this equals to having a blast, like the BEST LIFE EVER!
I wish I could bottle up that innocence and be able to give it back to you when life and all its worries hits you in the face… Unfortunately this is part of growing up and it has its really good sides to it. Probably the best one is that one day when you grow up (not before you are least 35 with a good career and a lovely wife your mum likes) you will have your own children and you will understand the depth and intensity of the love we have for both of you as well as the excitement to watch you grow everyday.
There are still some days when I look at you both and I am amazed that you are MINE! I feel pride, like when you are at school and you show off your new pen or new shoes, but a million times deeper.
I promise that from now on I will call you BIG boy but for this one last time: “I love you my little boy and I hope you will have a great birthday!”
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