It’s been awhile since I’ve written a love note to my daughter on here. I’ve been spending a lot of my blogging energy on processing how to navigate parenting a three year old. Other parents of three year olds know what I’m talking about here (what IS it about age three??)
But amongst all of the tears, tantrums, stalemates, limit-pushing and exhaustion is the same fierce love that’s always been there since the moment I knew I was going to be her mom. It’s this connection that always brings us back together and keep us close.
Today I’ll choose to honor that love, because I never want to forget – and I never want her to doubt – how intensely I care for her.
My girl still curls up in my lap, several times a day, and we get to do nothing for a short while but hold each other close. This is one of my favorite things that has endured from our nursing relationship. We both still need those moments throughout the day where we reconnect.
Lately, my daughter will put on a mini concert for me every day. She’s always dancing and singing to whatever is the “it” song of the moment. I love seeing her learn the words, pick up dance steps from a music video, and come up with her own as well. She cracks me up, but also impresses me. She gets so much joy from performing, and I have front row seats to seeing her grow in personality and confidence.
Watching my daughter go off to pre school each day is a trip. She hardly looks back when she takes her teacher’s hand at drop off yet runs to my car with a huge grin at pickup. It reinforces for me that things really do happen just as they should; I’m not sure either of us would have been ready to do this any earlier than we did, but it feels great now.
She might be my sweetheart, but every so often, my daughter chimes in with a loving, “Mommy, you’re my best girl.”
Repeat after me: three years old isn’t all that bad.