I am strong and independent.
I can get my own juice and dress myself.
I am smart. I know my letters, I can count really high, and I’m learning how to draw pictures on my own.
…But I still have questions.
I’m still learning and am curious about this brand new world around me.
And you’re my mommy, and mommies know everything, so I’m going to ask you.
Over. And over. And over.
It’s not because I want to rattle your nerves.
I just want to learn.
I’m just three.
I am a good boy. I’m happy and cheerful and playful.
I’m nice to other people and I’m a good listener.
…But sometimes we have a bad day.
I get frustrated and don’t know how to tell you that.
I can get aggravated because sometimes you don’t understand me.
Sometimes I don’t understand all of the rules or why they are in place.
And sometimes I can have a meltdown and end up in tears on the floor. I can look up at you with my big green eyes and tear stained cheeks, and instead of asking for help I will yell and cry harder.
But it’s only because I don’t understand.
I’m just three.
Do you see? I’m getting bigger and stronger as each day goes on.
I’m learning more and exploring the world around me.
I like to run around and burn off my energy. I like to climb and jump and get into trouble.
But sometimes, I like to curl up close to you at night.
I like to lay there and cuddle with you. I like to feel your arms around me, protecting me from the world, and keeping me safe in your great big hugs.
Sometimes I just want to be held.
I’m just three.
I know that sometimes it can be hard. And I know there are times that you want to yell.
But, please Mommy, remember that I am just three.
One day you will blink and I will be all grown up.
I will be driving a car, graduating from school, and moving out on my own.
One day I won’t want to ask you for all the answers anymore and I will deliberately give you an attitude.
I won’t want to climb on your back or hide while you count to 10 and come find me.
I won’t want to put puzzles together with your help or sit down and Candyland for the 500th time.
I won’t want you to read another bedtime story or tuck me in tightly or sit with me until I fall asleep.
But for now, I’m still little. I still depend on you. For comfort, for safety, and for all of the answers.
So, please Mommy, remember…
I’m just three.
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Kimberly
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Hi, my name is Kimberly! I am a wife of 1 and mom to 4. I'm a social media addict and book lover. This blog is a raw and honest look at life through my eyes. I capture the moments as I fumble through motherhood, marriage, and my new graphic design career. I am sometimes funny, a bit sarcastic, and always sleep deprived.
So sweet….
Three is hard from their perspective I think. My little guy will be three this month… where has the time gone?
It really flies by so fast..
Twitter: AlisonSWLee
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Aw, such a beautiful post.
Sometimes we forget it’s hard for them too.
I know, I forget and then once I realize it, it hits me so hard.
Beautiful post Kimberly, and an equally beautiful picture..
Aw, thanks so much!
Twitter: corp2domestic
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Awww…we all need this special reminder.
We do. It’s hard for the little ones, too.
oh this one hit home!
My daughter will be three in a couple of months and this is exactly her.
Thank you so much for putting it so beautifully!
Three is hard. It’s fun, but it’s also so challenging.
So sweet, and so important to remember to look at things through someone else’s eyes. Whether your child is three…or 68…
Ok, that one made me giggle. But definitely *with* you.
Twitter: queenofchaosmom
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Gia will be 3 in one week. I need to remember all of this. I really do. I love the way you did this from his point of view. Some great writing, my friend!
Thanks! I often forget that it’s hard on them too.
I know all about the age of 3. It’s so much fun at times and other times it’s so difficult. For everyone.
So very very difficult.
Oh! It’s different here again and really lovely.
This made me all weepy. As you know, I have my own little three year old guy, and it makes me sort of sad that he’s not going to want these snuggles when he’s fifteen
I can’t think about those times because it breaks my heart. I see it in my oldest and it is numbing.
Oh, I know that 3, so happy and hard and frustrating and back to happy all at once.
Love that photo
Three really is a fun age, but boy is it wrapped up in so many other things!
My son is only 2 but this rigns true for his age too. I have to remind myself what it’s like from his perspective.
My 2 year old pushes my buttons too. I try to remind myself that they are just little, but sometimes it’s hard.
Three is so hard. They’re getting the independence and strong will to do things, but can’t always do them and understand why. Oh, three.
They are so cute and lovable and fun, but so frustrating at the same time.
Twitter: lifesunexpbless
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Twitter: GalitBreen
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Such a lovely ode to three, and to your loves!
Beautiful words and photo, sweet friend!
xo
Three is crazy and fun and wonderful. Most days.
Beautiful post.