I’m not a baby, I’m a boy! That’s what our little guy often tells us, whenever we try to cuddle with him, and express our love and affection by calling him our “baby”. Today he turns three, so technically he’s right. He’s not a baby anymore. Not a toddler anymore either. But he’s also realistic and describes himself as a “little boy”, in comparison to his older brother (by only 19 months) who’s a “big boy”.
A few days ago, I read an online article from a new mom, who gets irritated by the unsolicited advice she receives from other parents. One piece of advice they often give her is, “Enjoy your kids while they’re little. They grow up fast.” Her reaction? Duh, of course they grow up, the clock never goes backwards. I can only guess this mom is still very new at her role. For those of us who have been parents for a while, we know that time goes by way faster than we could ever have imagined. The kids’ birthdays come and go, and then come again, taking us by surprise every time.
Three years ago, I held my youngest in my arms in a hospital room for the first time. Boy, he looked so mellow and happy. Compared to his brother who had to train me as a first-time breastfeeding mom, only took 45-minute naps, and suffered from GERD for many months, our second baby was so easy to take care of. He ate well, slept well, walked at nine months – his infant days were a breeze.
The only concern I had for him was that he barely spoke any words until he was almost two years old. Thank god for sign language! But then it happened. About one month before his second birthday, he started talking, in full sentences. His vocabulary widened and his sentences lengthened over the next year. Today he lectures me when I use the simpler term “T Rex” instead of the more accurate “Tyrannosaurus Rex.” Actually, I can’t complain. His fascination for dinosaurs has given me the opportunity to learn more dinosaur names and recognize more dinosaur pictures than I’ve ever thought I would.
This little chatterbox now competes with his babbling brother to see who will run out of breath first. I love to watch my two boys discuss imaginary play scenarios together, and then carry them out. Sometimes I stand outside of their bedroom after I turn off their light at night, just to listen to them chatting about everything and anything until they fall asleep.
So yes, our baby has turned into quite a grown-up, and it will be so much fun to watch him grow over the years. But in the end, he’ll always be my baby, no matter what.
Happy 3rd birthday, my boy! Enjoy your dinosaur birthday party tomorrow.
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