Next week our son will turn three. Already ‘three’ feels like such a big number. Because of this number our family life as we once knew it is slowly starting to change. We’re going to have to adapt to a new way of life now he’s one year older. He starts nursery a few months after his third birthday, he will be starting swimming lessons and we’ll no longer have seven days a week at our leisure, they’ll be incredibly structured. But to be honest that part of him growing older we’re looking forward to.
I’m going to write a separate post on my thoughts about him starting nursery because they range from the joyful to completely irrational. (Which you can read here)
His third birthday seems to have crept on us quickly. It feels like just yesterday we waved off friends and family from his second birthday, pondering how our little boy is growing up so quickly. But here we are a year later and for the past few months we’ve been chatting about his birthday and our plans for it quite regularly. Deciding what gifts he might like depending on his latest obsession, what party theme we’ll have and what we’ll be doing on the big day itself.
We’ve been talking in a way that’s been getting us excited about his birthday and the celebration of it, not realising that it is going to happen. He is turning three. He is getting older. He’s no longer the squishy child we bounce on our knees, because if we did that now it may hurt. He’s now a boisterous toddler, that is obsessed with trains, is scared of hand driers and will chat continuously throughout the day. I can’t believe what a difference three years makes to our children, when really it makes no difference to us as adults.
They say you should never wish the time away but I fear sometimes that’s exactly what I’m doing. That everything will be so much easier with every passing year and I can’t wait for each milestone. But once each milestone happens, a big part of me feels sad. That it all just confirms my little boy is growing up and one day many, many years from now he won’t see me the way he does now. We won’t be able to have snuggles every morning or he won’t run into our bedroom when he has a bad dream, because we’re his biggest comfort and protector and one day I won’t be able to watch him running around with his sister enjoying his childhood and loving that I’m watching, because mine and Mr F’s love is the only love he craves. One day that’ll change and every year we’re that little bit closer to the change that’ll be hardest to adapt to.
Having children is a huge adaption that shakes up our lives in a way we could never imagine. But we welcome it and cherish it, because having children is the biggest blessing we could ever wish for. To adapt to him growing and no longer being our sweet, innocent little boy is something that I can’t welcome. It makes me sad to see it happening and brings a tear to my eye when I think about it too much.
He’s my first child and is the first of our two children to experience every milestone and change. This makes it equally more exciting and hard to accept. It is exciting that he has so many wonderful things ahead of him and as a family we have so much to look forward to with every year to come. But every year it proves how quickly time flies. That if we blink we will miss it. While it’s impossible to cherish every moment with children, each birthday is making me realise that we must make the most of these years with them because before we know it, it’s their birthday again.
Three may seem like a small number to most people, but it’s a huge number to us. I’m so proud of the little boy that he is and we’re all looking forward to celebrating his third birthday.