Today, my baby, you are 3.
It seems like yesterday I was holding you to my breast as you tortured my poor infected nipples but it also seems like a life time ago.
I guess it was.
My darling girl, you are quite a character. You’re a clown, but the most loving and cuddly clown you ever did meet.
You adore your big brother and it breaks your heart when he torments you, but you’re pretty fiery yourself so you give it back pretty well. And you’re not adverse to thumping or biting, or kicking if it serves you.
You’ve just started ballet and I’ve noticed that all the other girls in the class have long ponytails or buns, you’re only just starting to grow hair, but the hair you do have is glorious golden curls.
Those curls sit atop your blue, blue eyes and double dimples that melt me and I see you growing quickly into a kid. Not my baby anymore.
Although you’ll always be my baby, of course.
You like craft. You love food.
You don’t like thunder or animals, although you don’t mind Mr Fluffy Pants but the jury is out on how he feels about you.
A dog or even a bird can have you hiding in my skirts, but I’ve never seen you more scared than when you met Spiderman the other day at the indoor play centre.
The poor kid in the Spidey suit didn’t know what to do when this angelic faced child exhibited sheer, frozen terror at the sight of him. He couldn’t go forward or back as he needed to pass you but he was sensitive to your fear.
In the end he sat really still and looked the other way while I shuffled you off to another area where he couldn’t be seen.
You’ve had a big year this year, my girl. Two to three has been epic.
You pretty much toilet trained yourself except for the poo chart. Once there was a promise of cake involved you nailed the poo thing pretty quickly.
You’re doing so well at kindy. You count beautifully and you amaze me with the things you talk about. I’ll have a hard time keeping up with you I think, my darling.
You’ve had big adventures this year.
New Zealand, Central Australia, Melbourne, road trips and everywhere you’ve been you take it in your stride and make everyone fall in love with you. It’s those double dimples. You flash them and people are powerless to resist your charms!
You now swim on your own. Or with D Man to be more precise. You’re pretty proud of yourself not needing Mummy any more.
You’re into dress ups and you’re super proud of your ballet outfit.
I didn’t think you’d be a ballet kind of girl but you asked to ‘do dancing’ and you’ve taken to it so beautifully. I thought I was born to be a soccer mum but maybe I can be dance mum after all. It’s probably kinder on the vocal chords.
My heart nearly burst the first class. You seemed so little and so big at the same time.
You have a really kind heart. You will always share your treats with people, without even being asked, and you have a great sense of empathy.
I’m proud to be your Mama, and I can’t wait to see what this year holds for you, and hold your hand the whole way.
I love you, little one,
Your mama xxx
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