Tomorrow we'll be celebrating a birthday that I've been anticipating for the last few months. And, now that it's here, I'm thinking differently.
I'll say it like this. It's taken a much greater amount of creative effort in harnessing the boisterous--sometimes untamable--2 year old energy that oozes from our only son. His mellow, chilled, older sister did nothing to prepare us for the endurance that was needed with him up ahead.
Don't misunderstand, Luke's zeal for life has been delightful to watch. The amount of energy he has to burn is astonishing. And his determination, well, quite persistent.
But, while in the thick of the 2's, those attributes can sometimes create the most intense flavor in one's mouth. So as we worked on loving his fun qualities, we also thanked God that the 3's might bring a change for the good with the not so fun ones.
Then, about a month ago, things started to pan out for our little man. Cause and effect became much clearer. The idea of privileges and consequences appeared quite solid. And, potty training began to click.
And tomorrow he's 3! But, now I'm thinking that regardless, he's growing up too fast.