Turning Three
I had assumed that when my daughter turned three that I would have this profound soliloquy on her maturity and growth into a new era of development. That did not happen. Nothing happened actually. Except she ate cake (frosting first) and just turned three. I realized though that I wasn't expecting really amazing things from her, but amazing things from me. As a parent I had this hope that at three things would start to crystallize and I would be enlightened into a whole new realm of parenting. Um, that did not happen. I don't even think I ate any cake. I can't remember. Which of course then lead me into a whole other thought process of why, as parents is it such a guessing game and that we question every step that we take and half the time are crossing our fingers behind our backs hoping that it just works? Why does parenting have to be so 'fly by the seat of your pants'? I'm constantly worried and hope that I am not shaping my child into the next serial k...