Well done – we made it to three years!

third birthdayThere was a moment, about two and a half years ago when I seriously thought we weren’t going to make it. Life was crazy. To you, sleep was the enemy, as was food (or at least keeping it down), resting, car trips, prams, shopping, planes, cafes and any movement more than 1o meters from our house. Basically, anything that we thought would be easy BC (before children) was a complete and total disaster.

It wasn’t your fault. Brought up on a diet of Family Ties, Full House and Growing Pains your parents truly believed that there was nothing that couldn’t be fixed in 30 minutes. Parenting books with easy to follow schedules and friends who outwardly appeared to be handling their own new-borns with ease checked us into the penthouse suite at the Delusional Hotel, where babies sleep straight through at 6 weeks and Mums and Dads read papers in Cafes over coffee on Sundays.

In your typical way you surprised us, finding giant holes in our “strategies” and  deficiencies in our plans. Although we were slow getting there, we eventually learned that you had your own way and that if we just listened to what you were telling us, things would be easier.

You did things in your own time, in your own way. You didn’t really crawl, instead you rolled around the room until you learnt to stand, which quickly turned into your favourite form of motion today; running. You got your teeth later than anyone else but learnt to talk by 14 months. You first word was shoes and you’ve been arguing about which ones to wear ever since.

You’re me in so many ways. You simply can’t sit still. Ever. Your like a supernova, spinning and twirling throughout the day, faster and faster, excitedly getting into anything you can with every fibre of your being until your head hits the pillow like a stone. You’re imagination is boggling and your ability to pick holes in an argument; concerning. My parents are laughing.

You’re your mum as well. Kind, caring, affectionate with an infectious laugh and a ticklish neck. You’re deeply passionate, great at organising others and excel in getting the world to spin the way you need it to. You also hold a special spot in your Poppy’s heart just like your mum does. It will take me years to undo the spoiling that both of you have received.

You’re not really a toddler now. You’re in a big bed, go to big swimming and play the role of a big sister. In those rare moments when you are still and we talk I find myself speaking with an adult, someone who can reason and deduce and have an opinion. As I said, my parents are laughing.

Well done on making it this far. Thanks for showing me that singing in public is fine, that my preconceptions of relaxed parenting are just that and true happiness really is as simple as a shoulder ride to the park to play on the swings. Thanks as well for giving your parents the wisdom to know that the challenges we are having with your baby sister will pass. Thanks for not breaking when I dropped you off the ladder at the local park, for keeping me sane when we spent those two nights in the hospital and for making Saturday morning grocery trips a highlight of the week.

Well done on thriving despite your parents theories, flailing and failings.

Happy Birthday Missy, our Illiterate Infant v1.o.

What have your children taught you? How have they surprised you? Were kids easier or harder than you expected?

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22 Responses to Well done – we made it to three years!

  1. daddownunder says:

    What a beautfiul tribute, you will take great delight in reading that out at her 18th birthday I’m sure. Max has taught me how to pee in a potty and eat with my hands – I’m regressing

  2. 40YrOldDad says:

    That’s a really great post, Kev. Gives me great insight into what we can expect in a couple years.

  3. Very nice post, I enjoyed it and years down the road it is going to be precious to your daughter.

  4. And resonating with mums too – nice tribute, particularly with the honesty. I think honesty always has a greater touch. And parenting in general teaches so much. The amount of times I have called EG Grandma and started with “Sorry” instead of “Hello” – and she instantly knows to ask “What did the spawnlings do this time? .. Uh huh… yes, you did that too, and survived.” I now understand why my parents wanted to celebrate my birthday as much as I did – It was another milestone of their survival too! Happy Birthday, Illiterate Spawnling v.1!!

  5. I love this post Kevin, its absolutely beautiful. Happy Birthday to your little Miss and congratulations to you for surviving too. Your girls are very lucky to have you!

    What has Punky taught me? To expect the unexpected, that nothing is constant and everything changes, that I don’t know anywhere near as much as I thought I did, that I love my husband more than I thought possible, that I could have my heart walking around outside my body and not die, and that hearing her and her Dad laugh together is the best sound I have ever heard!

  6. Danya Banya says:

    Happy birthday! Our daughters must be only weeks apart, my JJ turned 3 a fortnight ago.

  7. That is so true about Family Ties, Happy Days etc … totally misleading us!! Happy birthday to your little girl … 3 is a very cute age. Cheers, Alison #FYBF

  8. Happy birthday!!! My son turns 3 in 3 days…

    Love Kylies responses to what Punky’s taught her….. The only thing I’ll add is that I’ve learned parenting is a marathon, not a sprint.

  9. Lovely post, Kevin. Don’t those syrupy sitcom families just make you want to puke?

  10. Happy birthday Miss Three!! Lovely post.

  11. Wendy Parks says:

    Gorgeous post. I shall have to write a letter to my daughter for her birthday too…to give to her when she is old enough to read it and appreciate how much she keeps me on my toes.

    My toddler has taught me that nothing can be out in a place that is too high to be reached…with a little furniture moving and a lot of creativity!

  12. Well done Kevin, doing a sterling job it appears. I am halfway through getting my older one through his first year at high school and then another will follow him there next year.whilst it is always challenging at every stage I am grateful for what I have learnt parenting my first 3 older boys and the wisdom that gave me for the next 2 toddlers. Most importantly it is not to sweat the small stuff and enjoy the little things!

    • Kevin says:

      Cheers Martine. I agree with not sweating the small stuff. There’s only so long a human being can take being pent up and angst ridden over things that really don’t matter. There’s probably an interesting post in a Mum vs Dad perspective on what the things that really matter are 😉

  13. mamagrace71 says:

    Naw, happy birthday to your Missy! You’re just one big gushy softie right now, aren’t ya, Kev ? 🙂

  14. vpfarming says:

    Thanks for reminding me of Steven Keaton and Dr. Jason Seaver. Also Bill Cosby. They made it look so easy didn’t they? If only! I’ve got eight kids now Enjoy the blog. New follower here.

  15. My kids have taught me that I have to be a better person or else they’ll learn all my bad behaviours! I’ve also learned to take things easier, stress less ( well after the 3rd one was born) Happy belated Birthday to your precious 🙂

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