Yesterday, in the midst of sacrificing my laptop for 5 hours just so my cousin’s 3 year old son could watch “Pokoyo” (just what the hell is a Pokoyo anyway???), I realized a few things he’s shown/taught me over the past 3 years…
I’ve learned that I absolutely HAVE TO say no to him sometimes. And he may not like it. And I don’t care. Because I know better.
I’ve learned that I would do ANYTHING to put a smile on his face.
I’ve learned that sometimes, when I ask him for something (which is usually his favorite toy at that moment), I either want to show him something he didn’t know it could do, teach him to use it the right way, or sometimes I just want to see that he’s as willing to share with me as I am, him.
When he makes a mess and I have to clean it up, I do it with love. Stinky diapers, food & drink spills, even the occasional puke.
I’ve learned that I would put down anything to be by his side if he needed me.
When he says “lub you”, a part of me understands that he means it as much as it is possible for any 3 year old to mean it. But I also understand that it cannot compare to the love I have for him. A love he cannot comprehend just yet.
That feeling I get when he wakes me up in the morning because he wants me to carry him on to the bed just so he can lie there & spend time with me is priceless.
Sometimes he runs to me crying when he has a problem (such as the tv not responding to the remote or he’s having trouble opening his favorite candy wrapper) and I just wish he’d calm down with the hysterics & see he could fix it himself. Because he’s smart. And I’ve taught him how a million times before.
Other times, he doesn’t come to me for help, and when I offer to help he swats my hand away. Half confident/Half foolish in feeling he could fix it himself if he frowns long & hard enough at it.
it’s funny… this 3 year old has taught me more about my relationship with God than he will ever know.
(PS: it took everything for me to not title this post “3”. I’m not trying to make numbered titles a thing. lol)