We've only been one month and one week into the three year old territory, and we've had our first go ever with ear infection and conjuctivitis, as well as extreme separation anxiety and extreme stubborness...
...and my god, three is even better than two. It's kick-ass, as in both kicking our ass trying to keep up and know how to temper impulsive, caution to the wind fun with firm, disciplinary adherence to rules, and also kicking ass, stupendously, tremendously fun.
Houdini (temporarily nicknamed Typhoid Houdini, with much affection) is the BEST.BOY.EVER. I don't care what anyone says about their kid; they simply cannot have the perfect mix of humor and determination and adventurous spirit and lovingness and general awesomeness, that Houdini has, in their kid(s).
Don't get me wrong, there isn't a day when I don't at least have one (often times more) moment of doubt or wonder if I am completely screwing up and whether, at any moment, someone is going to point out what a big fake I am, calling myself someone's mother. I still sometimes find myself looking in from a distance, questioning if this is a all a dream or how I can possibly help another person turn into an adult when I don't even feel like one myself most of the time.
But then Houdini does something incredibly funny or loving or just plain cute and, right then, I feel confident, authentic, and very much in the moment of being his mother. I know that he helped me become that person and that, in return, I can do the same for him.
