My son is a happy boy.  He’s quite…spirited by nature.  He’s inqui­si­tive, thought­ful, and so damn smart.  And he has a memory that I’d kill for.

When he was two, booooy was he two.

I believe that God made BC an ado­ra­ble ange­lic like slee­per to remind me that I wan­ted to keep him in spite of his more dif­fi­cult days.

Two was a year of extremes.

BC was bad.  So bad.

but

He was also good, so good!

He lear­ned inc­re­di­ble things while two.  His let­ters, com­pas­sion, kindness.

Some­ti­mes, howe­ver, those les­sons appea­red in the form of .…let’s see.. 15 to 30 time outs a day.  A DAY.

On more than one occasion.

My son is a spi­ri­ted soul.

But happy.

When I’d roll my eyes and say, “Ya, he’s two and has been since he was about 18 months old.  I’m loo­king for­ward to three to hit. Soon.”

The reci­pient, usually a mom of older kids, would say, “Ya?  Just wait until three. You’ll wish two would make  a comeback.”

Great.

Not what I wan­ted to hear.  Where was my gold at the end of the rain­bow?  The light at the end of the tun­nel?  Where was my relief?

Well, we made it through the twos, rela­ti­vely uns­cathed.  Now we are smack dab in the middle of the threes and it has daw­ned on me what an ama­zing child I actually have!

BC’s beha­vior is not nearly as erra­tic as it was last year.  He’ a fan­tas­tic com­mu­ni­ca­tor and loves to talk to anyone, pre­fe­rably older then him.  He is so gentle and kind to youn­ger kids, just about always.  He rarely gets timeouts any­more, just one to two a day!

And he can clean.  Hubby, in his months long hia­tus from work to reco­ver from his shoul­der, has tur­ned my son into a clea­ning machine.

Three has been great.

Sure there are the atti­tu­des, the angry roars, the gla­res, the pouts.  But BC for­gi­ves me for them and we all get on with the day! :-)

So next time someone tries to swipe your gold at the end of the rain­bow, just remem­ber, three has been bet­ter than two for us!