As we delve into the depths of your third year on this world, I find myself unable to recall a lot of the memories where you made me laugh – I just know there was a lot of laughing (and some crying). And at the same time, even though I’ve documented all those moments via photos, videos, comics, and letters, I don’t actually revisit them often. Maybe I would later in life when I am even further removed from this part of my life and have more time…who knows.
As I mentioned before, I remember more of my life in phases – changes in long-running habits or arrangements. Rearranging our home furniture is a good marker as are our sleep arrangements. Most recently, it’s been your mom canceling her WeWork membership, which in turn made sense for me to start bringing you to nursery in the mornings.
Those little commutes are fun. It’s never anything revelatory or grand, but all about appreciating the little things like the songs you hum off-key or watching you decide which route you want to take. It’s like having a personal window into your mind.
They say threenagers have attitude and opinions, which is very much true, but I try to enjoy it as just another leg of your journey to becoming your very own person.