My first-born son, my baby-who-is-no-longer-a-baby, is four years old today!
Littleman has grown and matured so much this year. He became a big brother and has rocked that role, right from the start. His baby brother worships him and I love to see their relationship developing.
Everyday I am amazed at all the things Littleman can do on his own. He is so independent these days. He can reach the light switches, go to the bathroom on his own, wash his hands, get dressed. He can talk on the phone to his grandparents, ask politely for what he wants, help set the table. He’s learning to ski and skate and swim. He’s no longer as shy as he used to be and it blows my mind when he goes off for his lessons with barely a wave in our direction.
Three was an interesting age. I found it harder to parent a three-year-old than a two-year-old. Littleman’s patience was in short supply and he struggled with listening. I would get frustrated with him, which never helped. Things seem to be getting better as he continues to mature. There are still some meltdowns and whiny moments at home, but my boy is very polite and well-behaved outside our home. People often compliment us, which, I must admit, feels good. I have to remind myself of those compliments when I’m in the middle of battle with him at home.
It’s hard to believe I’ve been a mom for four years. In some ways it feels like he’s always been here, but sometimes I don’t know where this big kid came from!
I was looking back at what I wrote on his birthday last year. At that time, I was dealing with a lot of guilt about being distracted by other things that were going on and not being fully focused on Littleman. This year, it’s a different kind of guilt. I’ve spent much of this year focusing on the baby, while Littleman has waited (usually very patiently) for his turn getting the attention. I hope, in the coming year, I can find a way to split my time and attention more evenly so that Littleman and I can get some good mommy and son time together.
Happy Birthday, Littleman! I am so proud of the incredible boy you are becoming.