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.
