He is Three

He is three.

He is active

he is busy

he is non-stop action

he can’t sit still.

He makes me wonder what I did with my days before he blessed my life.

He is three,

he is imaginative

he is caring

he is kind

he is sweet with a gentle soul.

He understand emotions and will ask me, mama, why are you frustrated?” That is when I realize how smart and observant he is. And how my easily-agitated demeanor may be harming him.

He is three.

He is bold

he is fearless

he is a wander and a dreamer.

I pray that his hopes and dreams will always stay big and magical.

He is three.

He is full of questions

he is full of wonder

he is full of love and innocence;

I want to hold onto it as long as possible, before the world gets a chance to tear it away from him.

He is three.

He is challenging

he is ornery

he is brave

he is stubborn and determined.

He wants to please the people he loves, he wants to please himself. He is determined to do something and to do it right. I pray his determination will take him far and help him succeed with whatever life throws at him.

He is three,

he tests my patience

he consumes me with questions

he needs my reassurance

he follows me anywhere

he will forever be my baby.

He is the little boy that first made me a mom. He once fit into the palm of my hand with sleep-hungry eyes staring back at me; with that gap-tooth grin and that silly laugh; that wobbly walk and those chubby cheeks. That is what I will think of when he’s taller than me and waving me off to be with his friends.

Forever my baby.

He is three,

until he is four,

then five, six, seven, and before I know it, ten.

So I will embrace the stubbornness,

answer those questions,

pray for more patience,

and take in all his love.

Laura Bowerhttp://excuse-the-mess.com
When she’s not chasing after her two tiny humans, Laura blogs about postpartum depression and struggles with motherhood over on her site, excuse-the-mess.com.

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