This morning the boys were playing in the basement. They were frustrated with Brooks because he was taking a toy they were using. At this point they had barricaded the door so Brooks couldn't get in. I came down to intervene and see how I could help. As I sat on the bottom step, Brooks came to me with arms wide open and big crocodile tears. I embraced him and as he sat down between my legs he said, "It's hard being this many." (As he said this he held up 3 fingers.). Then he said, "Maybe it'll be better when I'm this many." (Once again he held up fingers, but this time it was 5 fingers). I reminded him that Mason is 5 and it's still hard for him sometimes.
This morning I thought about this. I love the thought of how we go to our Heavenly Father with arms wide open and big crocodile tears. He embraces and listens. But I also thought about how it's important to be "3". There are things that we learn at each phase of life that prepare us for things in the future. We develop spiritually, emotionally, etc. What did I learn when I was spiritually "3" that deepened my spirituality and prepared me to be spiritually "5" and to face the challenges and experiences I would have during that next phase. Skipping ahead isn't the answer, even though sometimes it's hard. Often it's hard.
Brooks is learning so much as a 3 year old. I will always cherish 3 year old Brooks. Sometimes it's hard being his mom. He is independent, curious and bright. But he is also tender and loving. His arms outstretched wide for a hug are my favorite. Him telling me, "I love you too", is the best. His sideways eye glances and big cheesy grin make me laugh. I hope I enjoy this phase of "3" with him, that I don't wish it would move along, but I'm present with 3 year old Brooks.
