I'm thrilled that he is 4. His terrible 2s and 3s were long and drawn out, probably because he gave up napping way too early in life, in my humble opinion. Of course, these years have been terrific, as well. I have learned the deeper meaning of opposition in all things when it comes to raising a toddler. (Any age child, really, but right now that lesson is specifically regarding a toddler.) With the greatest joys come the greatest struggles. Sam is curious, excited, determined, and stubborn. He knows what he wants and not much will stop him from getting it. He is strong-willed and thank heaven for that. His enthusiasm for life just radiates off of him. He is so happy to be alive. I am not naive. I know 4 isn't magically going to turn him into a robot that always does my bidding. I am grateful, that he isn't there anymore though. 😀😀😀
Now he is 4 and we have exited the toddler era of our lives. I love to look back on pictures of these past 10 years and see how many memories we have planted as a family. I am so grateful for my babies and my toddlers and all that I learned about myself during these beautifully challenging years. It was so much harder than I ever could have planned on and more glorious than I ever could have hoped for. I cherish the growth that Brandon and I have made as husband and wife. With each baby came a necessity to navigate new waters and rework our relationship to fit into the new course ahead of us. We have done it. And we are happier and more in love today because of it.
So, to Sam turning 4, I say, "Hooray!" I will miss his little toddler ways. His chubby arms wrapped around my neck, squeezing love into me. His chubby feet as they run, never walk, everywhere he goes. His independence that led him to climbing in the pantry many times a day. His ability to find mischief (usually involving toilet paper or spilled food) around every corner. It won't all go away overnight, so I will cherish it while it lasts. And be ever grateful for the memories that I can hold onto forever. And as far as the next stage of parenting, well, ready or not here it comes.
