My boy recently turned four. It blows my mind how fast time passes when you have kids. I thought I’d take the opportunity to write a bit about my little boy in honor of this milestone.
So far, four is a fun, playful and exhausting age. His emotions swing wildly and without warning, where one moment he’ll be an invincible superhero, and the next he is collapsing on the floor in tears if I don’t give him his way.
I like the superhero phase. It is so much better than the princess phase my daughter went through. He believes he has superpowers. He believes he can do anything. He believes in good and evil, and that it is his job to defeat all the bad guys in the world. I wish that the princesses of this world were more like superheroes with pretty dresses.
I am getting used to doing everything with a superhero. I never know what superhero I will be picking up from preschool, and I often have a superhero tagging along and protecting me as I go grocery shopping or bike riding. It is so fun to see people’s reactions to my little superhero. I wish I could freeze time, as I love how confident and invincible he is, yet he isn’t ashamed to hold my hand or cuddle me.
My boy is an athlete. He takes to new sports naturally and with a complete sense of determination. How many four year olds do you know that have been biking on two wheels for over a year and have taken naturally to mountain biking, hanging in bike parks and hopping off curbs in the neighborhood? He also swims like a fish without any sense of fear. That is my boy. It excites me and terrifies me. This week, he did a face plant on the cement after hopping off a curb. He cried, bled a ton, and after I cleaned him up, he wanted to go right back out on his bike and hop off more curbs.
It is amazing what a dose of testosterone will do to a preschooler. I swear my daughter would have sworn off biking for years if she had experienced such a crash.
My boy starts preschool full time next week. It boggles my mind, as I swear it was just yesterday that I was wearing him in a carrier and changing his diapers. He is so fun. He is so challenging. I swear his best superpower is the ability to break my concentration and my sense of calm with one of his many tantrums. But on days like today, when he crawled into bed with me just before my alarm went off because he wanted to cuddle, it makes up for those tantrums. I think it would be better to be able to hold his hand and cuddle him (despite the crazy fits) than to have him be a grumpy teenager that thinks I’m not a fellow superhero and just an annoying mom who doesn’t know ANYTHING.
So belated happy birthday, my boy. I love you to the moon and back and you make me so happy. I will tell you that every day of your life (at least until you go to college and stop talking to me every day.)