The Coywolf turned three on Saturday, and I’m still processing the fact that she’s a full-on toddler.
Mind you, I know she’s technically been a toddler for a while, but El Hub and I still call her “Babytime” because… Well, no reason. That’s just what we do.
I was looking at old pictures of her this morning, and every single year those chubby little cheeks and baby features seem to get further and further away…
It’s a joy to watch children get older, but every birthday breaks my heart a little because the older and bigger she gets, the closer she gets to leaving the nest, which, I know, kids eventually do. I did it. Everybody does it. I just don’t know if my heart will ever be strong enough to let her go, you know?
Now that she’s three — man! — she’s so much fun. It’s really cool to see her personality blossoming. She’s generally a very cheerful and sweet little girl (I can’t believe I just called her a little girl), and she can be shy sometimes around new people, but after she warms up, she’ll happily offer hugs and kisses. She also likes to call the shots, HA HA! I’ve definitely seen her bossing around her peers, a.k.a. “practicing her leadership/future CEO skills.”
She also has a really funny sense of humor and an excellent ear for music. When she sings, it’s always on key, and when I’ve seen her in dance class with rhythm sticks, she’s on the beat, which funnily enough made my brother, who’s a musician, cry tears of joy (he was deathly afraid she’d have no rhythm, for some reason). Right now she loves ballet, Taylor Swift, nursery rhymes, playing soccer and drawing. And her favorite book is Madeline.
Mom-hood at the three-year-old mark is different. I still feel deeply needed by her all the time, but I don’t feel as consumed as I did in the first two years. I have a little more mental room now, and I think that’s partly because I think I have more of a handle on how to be a mom. I’m not walking around like a chicken with its head cut off as much as I did. I mean, I’m sure I’m still doing a sh*t-ton of things wrong (I still worry all the time about this), but I’m also pretty sure I’m doing some things right, too, because she’s turning out to be a pretty cool kid.
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,