I’m a little behind on these posts. Life in the kingdom, as everywhere, has been strange of late and the change to my routines in that strangeness took away my normal wiring time. Plus I forgot. It happens, you know. Then I was reminded and here we are.
Dear Littler Prince,
So this is three? Wild and amazing and cranky and empathetic and constantly surprising. The current state of affairs has certainly thrown what little routine you’d grown used to out the window and you just shrugged your shoulders and carried on. Part of that is having your brother around, of course, but most of that is just who you are. You take things in stride, come what may. That doesn’t factor in when you are tired or hungry. Then the raging tantrums shake the walls and rattle the windows. That’s all part of it. Normal. Expected. And perfectly fine.
Your laugh, wild like your hair and your exuberance, is perfectly fine as well. It also shakes the walls and rattles the windows and reverberates with a joy that is nothing short of infectious. It fills this house and bursts free at the seams. I hope you laugh that way forever. I hope your world continues to be so full of things to laugh at.
You took to your scooter the way your older brother took to his bike. You zoom and swerve and fall and pick yourself back up and zoom off again. Faster and more fearless with each passing day. It too is a joy to behold.
Then the tantrums come and you curl your fists up and your eyes well with tears and you scream and scream and scream. Those will pass, of course. They always do. In the moment and in general. Though, perhaps I’ll miss the times when the solution to those is a hug and a cuddle, or a silly face made in passing, or any of the other little things that can often cheer you up that you will one day outgrow. The transition will be slow but it has already begun.
I will miss those days more than you… and this isn’t about me, so I’ll move along.
What this all comes down to is you are learning (exponentially), you are growing (like a weed), you are silly (perhaps like a certain Jester), you are crazy (like all of us here) and, to overuse the word, a joy. It’s as simple as that.
And long may that continue.
Love you kiddo,