Driving to the park the other day, Little O asked me a question out of left field.
“Mommy, can I please stay 3 forever?”
“Stay 3 forever?” I repeated, glancing at her in the review mirror. “Why, sweetie?”
“Because I really, REALLY love being 3. I always want to be 3!”
Her emphatic response made me smile.
And then nod in agreement.
If I was Little O, I’d want to stay 3 forever, too.
A part of me agrees with her~ wouldn’t life be easier if she was always little? We could keep her safe and happy and close to us all the time. Shield her from heartbreak & disappointment & hurt feelings & meanness.
But my heart reminds me that isn’t possible. Or fair.
She has wings and she needs to fly.
Very soon, Little O will be spending a few hours a week away from us. Away from our cozy house, our comfortable routine, our rules, our inside jokes & dance parties. Instead, she’ll playing with her fab friends & learning exciting new things at preschool.
I’m not ready for it yet, but I’m trying to be.
To be 3 forever~ a sweet wish, Little O, but not possible.
But I can promise that a tiny part of 3-year-old you will live in my heart forever.
I’ll watch you learn & grow & flourish through the years and every so often, I’ll untuck 3-year-old you from my memory & let your giggle-turned-belly-laugh light up my life, again and again and again.
Counting My Kisses: I love you at 3, Little O. I also loved you when you were growing in my belly, when you were brand-new, when you turned 1 & 2. Each year is special and different, and you’ll learn that as you get older. But for right now, just enjoy being 3. You are rocking this year quite well, sweet girl.