Life With a Three Year Old

Okay, well he is almost three years old, but people have been thinking he was three for like half a year now! Michael has been talking since forever. His vocabulary is off the charts and the things he hears and repeats are incredulous (like that word, he will probably be saying that tomorrow!). That may sound like bragging to you and if it hurts your ears, my apologies. The reality is the boy talks. The bad thing is that while his little brain can remember most anything and he retains and then repeats things at seemingly the appropriate times, he is still emotionally a two year old and that can be frustrating for him and for me his mother. People hear him talk and assume he is older than he is and then when he does a typical two year type thing they seem shocked. Well, duh, he is two! I on the other hand laugh at his vocabulary and remind myself repeatedly of how old he truly is.

Is he smart? I don't know and honestly that is not my focus. Ask me if he is happy. Now, that is my focus. Is he having fun? Is he enjoying life? Is he acting and playing like a two year old should be? Yes! Now, that is what matters to me. Could I have a genius on my hands and be wasting his brain because I am not honing in on his natural abilities. Possibly (I doubt it) but who cares? Not me. All I want is a happy well rounded loving child who learns what he needs to learn when he needs to learn it. One that grows up to respect others, takes pride in his work and in himself, has a good strong work ethic, cherishes his family, is loving, kind, compassionate, considerate of others, loves the God who created him and of course loves soccer. (I'm kidding.....okay, maybe I'm not kidding.)

Life with an almost three year old is a blast. I look forward to everyday I get to spend with him and I am a little sad on the days I don't. I love to hear of how his day was at daycare as only an almost three year old can tell. And when he has his Fridays with daddy, well those are truly special days to hear about. He makes me laugh and he keeps me on my toes. At times he makes me frustrated. (That's the red hair and yes, my mother is looking down from heaven telling me it's payback. "I know mom.")

Before I know it he will be off to college like his big sister....God, help me. Thankfully that is some years away...................