Its ridiculous. Why would I expect a 3 year old to "get" me. But apparently, he does. He observes my every move, evaluates it and assesses whether it fits into pattern or is an anomaly. Whether I am simply threatening or willing to carry it through. Through his little postures and nose-up-in-the-air he tests my limits to see where I will yield, where I am weak and how far I would go to hold my rules up. I dont disappoint. At some point as he talks about the wind moving the clouds I wonder where he stopped being a bewildered bumbling child and began talking coherently. Im not too sure when he started making statements and not ask questions. I wonder when he began looking at me and not for me. Somewhere in between these myriad days filled with schedules, something has changed or fallen into place. Oh, he became 3.
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