Today you turned three. We had one of those magical days that are made all the more special by not doing much of anything at all, by taking the day at a three-year-old’s pace. We walked to the bakery for breakfast and you demanded the smiley-faced shortbread biscuits that you always request, albeit usually at a more civilised hour. You know the sort – with the iced-on smile and the Smarties for eyes? I would have given you anything and we tried to persuade you toward something spectacular, but it was your birthday and you wanted the faces.
The rest of the day was taken up with playing with your new toys – you particularly liked a singing recycling van – and with a trip to your favourite park on the bus. You love being chased, rough-housed and tickled and I always have so much fun playing with you. I am so proud of your confidence, of the way that you will climb anything like little monkeys and chat to anybody. You are so sweet and funny, so innocently loveable, that I am a little disbelieving that you came from me.
You came into my life and you changed it. We were twenty-four and still finding our feet, so sure of everything, and you took everything that I thought I knew about myself and about motherhood and you made it into so much more. It took me some time to find the path through the woods of mothering you, but now that I’ve found the map, I can honestly say that I have never loved anything so much in my life as being mother to the two of you and your little sisters.
And we have had the most incredible year. You have blossomed this year. I remember likening you to puppies a lot this time last autumn; you were just all energy and action and affection, little rough-and-tumble creatures that needed an incredible amount of managing in order to keep safe. And now? Now you are my little best friends. You trot along beside me like little ducklings and you are so fun to take out and about, be that to the funfair or Butlins, on a day trip or a weekend away at the seaside. We’ve taken up swimming as our ‘thing’ together and you half-drown me in the pool with your enthusiasm for leaping at me off of the side, climbing on to my shoulders and my head, sitting on me without warning when I’m doing my best to wallow in the shallows.
You are hilarious. You are so sweet. And I have loved almost every moment of the third year of your lives.
P.S. If you’re feeling nosy about what we bought for their birthday, we published a little haul vlog this morning.