On December 20th, Potamus turned 4. We had celebrated his birthday earlier in the month, but with grandparents and aunties in various locations around the state, really this kid is getting birthday month (um, as it should be? Speaking as another December baby for a minute here…).
Four years. I have so many thoughts about these last four years. I used to tell people that when you move to a new place it takes four years to settle in. I really believe that about places, but I also believe that about parenting. I have felt an amazing connection to motherhood in the past four years, but what I have noticed lately, is my distinct lack of angst about getting him yet another peanut butter cracker/glass of orange juice/etc. What used to feel like having competing Internet Explorer browsers open, now feels a little bit more like a humming program running in the background, while the internet browser is open to whatever tab I want it to be.
I know that in 8 weeks this will change with the birth of my second kid, but it feels like year 4 with little dude is in a really good place.
And look at how sweet he is in that picture? So big. So big that Boof said, “I barely recognize him in those pictures from his first year.” I know. It’s crazy.
Happy 4 Years Buddy. I’ll leave you with this recent quote of his:
“Before you were born, I was just a lady. And you made me a mommy.”
“Yeah! And you made me a [Potamus] and I made daddy a daddy. We all made each other.”
WE ALL MADE EACH OTHER.
Wisdom from a 4 year old.