And then she was three
Today marks your third birthday, my beautiful girl. Three. A little girl. Not a baby or a toddler but a real little girl. I'm not going to lie, this week leading up to your birthday has been fraught with tension between you and I. You have been having tantrums of EPIC proportions. Sometimes you wake out of a sleep and come to wake me out of my sleep so that you can scream at the top of your lungs for the next hour. I feel confused and helpless in the face of all of this rage. I just wish I knew how to help you when you are feeling so very out of control. Of course, I remind myself, just like the good phases, the bad ones pass quickly, too. It all goes by in the blink of an eye. My three year old girl, you are so smart and kind. You are almost always willing to share with friends without any prompting. You love your dogs and cats. You love your grandparents and your aunties. You love all of your cousins and your dear friends. The time between two and three has