So, Addi will be 3 next Monday... There is something about 3 that is scary. Maybe, it's the fact that she will be 2 years away from kindergarten or maybe I'm finally coming to the conclusion that she isn't a baby anymore. I never thought I would be like this. You know, so emotionally distraught about my 'baby' growing up. I had a couple biology courses before I became pregnant, so I understood that she would age like any other human being, but I just wasn't prepared. She is turning into a little girl. A small child with her own ideals and aspirations.
Addi is really very funny. She is a pint-sized, emotionally uncontrollable, clumsy, aggressive, little lady that is either eerily quiet or unnervingly loud. She is me, in a much smaller package. Addi's favorite shape is a circle, her favorite color is red, her favorite number is 3 (go figure), and her favorite word is 'no' (ok, so I made that part up, but she says it so much that it might as well be her favorite word). She is the most argumentative child I have ever met, and she always prefers to complete tasks by herself (unless of course, the task is cleaning her room). She is a goofball with a very silly laugh and the best jokes around. She is coming into her own, but I don't know if I am ready to let her grow up yet.
It's funny how well-rounded children are by the age of 3. They know exactly what they want and how to get it. They know what they stand for, and are completely unashamed of anything that pertains to 'them.' What happens throughout the rest of our lives that disrupts this unapologetic, all-knowing idea of ourselves?
If only we could all be as confident in ourselves now, as we were at the age of 3.
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