Today my first born child turns 3. This morning my husband and I just sat on the couch in compete amazement that we now have a three year old! How did that happen?! Don't answer that. It's rhetorical.
Watching Peter become the little boy that he is has been so amazing. Listening to him talk and develop sentences blows me away. I remember when my siblings learned to talk but it is so much different when it's your own child. He is so eager to help me in the kitchen and he absolutely loves to explore and discover new things. He is independent and stubborn but I wouldn't expect anything less from a first born (ahem). He loves pirates and legos. His favorite movie is Toy Story 3 and he likes to sleep with action figures under his pillow. Oh and his favorite color is orange.
At times I worry about these early years of his life. Having two siblings follow so soon, I wonder if he knows how much I really love him. I hope so. Did I give him enough attention? I think so. Were/are my expectations too high for him? Probably. I know that most of those questions are silly to ask myself but they are thoughts that I often find myself entertaining as he drifts off to sleep at night.
However, those fears and worries are put at ease when I see the joy that fills his eyes each day. The excitement he has for all that life has to offer fills my heart. When I see how deeply he loves James and Aria, or how tight he hugs me goodnight...I know that he's doing just fine.
To the boy who made me a mommy... I love you to the moon and back.