The other night I cried.

Okay, so that’s nothing new. I’m 10 months postpartum and weaning my giant baby. I cry a lot.

But this time I just got emotional as I appreciated the pure innocence of my three year old. He was sitting there in his pajamas…..playing with a pirate ship.

At this stage in life:
I know all of his friends.
He tells me everything he’s thinking and feeling.
He doesn’t know any swear words.
He doesn’t know any pop culture lyrics.
A trip to the local zoo is exciting and all the vacation he desires.
He doesn’t know any celebrities other than cartoons.
He doesn’t know anything about politics.
He thinks pirates share and help each other.
He hasn’t had to grieve a death.
It is super obvious when he lies.
His biggest problem is that his brother spits on his toys.

I am soaking up this summer. Before preschool, other kids that I don’t know, and teachers. Before he’s really a big kid instead of just saying he’s a big kid.

I am in love with this time in our lives and am really trying to enjoy the ride. I know it is just a moment in time, so I’m keeping this childhood innocence thing going as long as I can. If you need me, I’ll be having a parent-child conference in my office. (Yes, we both fit in here. That won’t last long either!!)