Life as a Three Year Old
Last Friday morning my son had an epic meltdown. There was screaming, kicking, pleading, and running. Why, you ask? Because he didn’t want to get dressed and go to school.
As I listened from the bedroom all I could do was laugh. Not only because it was hilarious, but because he was thinking exactly what I was! We’d had a long week and although I had a ton of work to do, I wanted to stay in my pajamas, in my bed, and watch TV.
As I was retelling the story to a coworker I realized that my son, and all three year olds, are actually adults with no filter. I mean think about it. How many times have you wanted to throw yourself on the floor kicking and screaming because your pajamas were more comfortable than your clothes? But you didn’t; because you’re an ‘adult’ and that’s frowned upon.
But when we think about the big picture of life, three year olds are way smarter than we are. Their faith in God is unshakeable (they truly believe that just because you don’t see something doesn’t mean it’s not there – Tooth Fairy, Santa, etc). They epitomize the phrase ‘Work hard, Play harder’. They know the importance of a good meal, a good nap, a good drink (LOL), and a good pair of pajamas. They also know the importance of love. They love those who love them and even those that don’t. And they’ll hug just about anybody.
These days I find myself on the verge of a meltdown at least once a week. But because I’m an adult I hold it together and meltdown vicariously through my son. Rage on baby, rage on.
Until next time…