Tonight, you told me “I’m tired of being three.” Well, you are in luck! It feels as if you have been three for a very long time and we have both been ready for four, so ready. Maybe it’s the school year starting or your birthday being at the very end of summer, but in our minds, you’ve been rounded up to four for awhile now. Actually turning four, seems like a formality at this point. Maybe all ages are a formality.
But I really loved you being three. I know I have said this every year, but you make it so hard to choose a favorite. This year you learned to write and sound out words, play your violin, go to school, just get out of the car and not even wave “bye” and head on into your classroom like you have been doing it for years.
You still have this amazing memory, remembering stuff hours, days, months later that astonishes me. You still want everyone to play with you. You especially love to act out stories, either from films or books, or strange hybrid stories from various things you like. Spider-Man and Coraline go blueberry picking. Merida and Elsa are having tea. Your legos are frequently the cast, but sometimes we all have to dress up.
You prefer to stay home and play to many other things. Except maybe the Children’s Museum, you are crazy about that place. You want to dress up like a baby dinosaur and play with the kid sized eggs and nest.
Your favorite book (I asked) right now is “Selkie” but you just got it last week, so I’m not so sure it’s really your favorite. If I had to guess, probably “The Snow Queen” or “Weasels.” You quote “oops, somebody broke the machine” pretty often. You have a delightful sense of humor.
Some days you wake up whiney, so whiney, and there’s practically nothing anyone can do. I’m probably the same, so I try to understand.
You want arbitrary things exactly your way, and totally flip out sometimes when someone dares to open a thing or close a thing. It’s all normal stuff really, but you give it that little something extra that could really clinch your academy award someday.
This year, you fell in love with Frozen, Labryinth, Tangled, Cinderella, and How to Train Your Dragon. You bounced back and forth between a few houses, your gram-gram’s and ours mostly. You put up with major home renovations, running all over town for my and gram-gram’s “meetings.” You now take your own “meetings” with us. It’s all very important. Sometimes we meet by the pool.
I’m sure I will remember you as a perfect three year old. Even now, while your fourness is only hours old, I’m already pretty sure you couldn’t be more awesome, and my memory is only bound to warm with age. It’s nice to know it was all good things, all good things.