In two short months my little girl is going to turn three and I’m absolutely terrified. Not because I’m afraid of the dreaded morphing into a threenager- being perfectly honest I think that’s quite entertaining. The other day I wouldn’t give my girl another biscuit and she stormed off and slammed the sitting room door. I thought it was absolutely hilarious! I couldn’t show her I thought that, of course, but I did. I laughed- a lot. All I could think was; and so begins the process of receiving my comeuppance for all the times I slammed the door on my own parents.
No, the reason my little girl turning three scares me is because for as long as she’s been in my life I have used her third birthday as a coping mechanism. You see, whenever I felt that time was moving at a frightening pace, a rate that I had never experienced before being a mother, I said to myself:
Don’t worry! She’s still a baby and she will be a baby until she’s three.
I’m not entirely sure of my logic for this. It was possibly because it’s the age for starting pre-school, the minimum age guideline on most toys, and when clothes no longer contain an age range.
Every time I packed away the baby gros and clothes she had just grown out of;
Three, she’s a baby until she’s three!
When she rolled over for the first time, when she sat up, stood, began walking, talking, potty trained, having full conversations…
It’s OK, she’s still a baby- not three yet.
Don’t worry, I’m not deluded enough to consider this an appropriate method for dealing with my little girl growing up but I have to say; it worked!
Unfortunately, there is one major drawback; she’s about to turn three.
What the feck am I going to do then?
Accept and embrace the reality that children grow up quickly and babies don’t stay babies for very long?
Nah, FIVE! They’re babies until they’re FIVE, really!