Over a month ago now, my little man turned 4. It seems so big. 4 means so many things. It means he’s doing big things…on his own. He still needs and loves and wants his Mommy plenty, but there are oh so many things he can do all by himself. He surprises me with his brilliance every day. Nothing slips past him, he catches it all. I find myself asking him questions and genuinely waiting for an answer that he probably knows better than I do. Smart doesn’t even begin to describe it.
His emotions are everywhere, though, at this time in his life. The term “threenager” makes a lot of sense to me now. He is Mr. Sensitive (the apple doesn’t fall far) and I have to choose my words very carefully (though I often fail) to avoid hurt feelings or misunderstandings. He needs a lot of quality time (something I’m ashamed to say I haven’t been able to provide much of recently, but something I’m recognizing he needs and working to be better at providing it). He also needs room to branch out, and that I’ve given him a lot of recently. He’s really turned a corner when it comes to being comfortable in a room full of children (maybe not adults just yet, but I think that will be next). He’s learning how to relate to his peers and really, truly enjoys his time with them.
He & Lately are the bestest of buddies, though. I hope that remains forever and ever. I’m so excited for the adventures they will surely share together. They could not be more different, but I think that’s what makes them love each other more. Their tenderness towards each other and their longing for each other’s company is heart-melting stuff.
He’s also still such a mama’s boy. He’s not ready to be big most of the time. He loves being little & I love that, too. I’m in no rush for him to grow up, that’s for certain, but he takes little strides to make those steps…and in between those strides, he lets me rock him and snuggle him and hold him tight. He loves his bedtime stories and he still loves for me to sing to him before he falls asleep. I sure love being his Mom, especially in those perfect little moments when things are slow…before he whizzes off to something new.
Four will surely be something brand new. I’m excited for what this year will bring for Knox. I know one thing for sure and that is that he will make me proud each and every day in some small (or big) way, just as he has since the day he was born - whether he was 4 seconds old and learning quickly how to nurse, 4 weeks old and starting to smile, 4 months old and rolling over….or now, 4 years old and writing his own story…Knox Keane Graham has made me the proudest Mommy there ever was & there’s nothing he could ever do to change that. I think I’ll spend this year with him holding him close for as long as he’ll let me and soaking up all of the time I can with him before his big adventures begin without me there all of the time. This will be a special year for all of us, I’m sure.