Three Years of You: A Mama’s Heartbeat
This year, my baby boy turns three. Three years of giggles, tantrums, discoveries, and the kind of love that rewrites your soul. As tradition goes, we kicked off Year 3 with his annual check-up—our little ritual of measuring growth, both physical and emotional.
To our surprise, the numbers told a different story this time. He’s officially above average in weight (hello, strong toddler!), but his height? Not quite what we expected. We’ve always thought he was towering over his peers, but the chart says otherwise. Still, charts can’t measure spirit, and this boy’s got plenty.
As we step into this new chapter, I’m holding space for health, joy, and the kind of memories that make you laugh years later. I want to keep learning with him, growing alongside his ever-evolving personality, and becoming the kind of mama who understands—not just instructs.
To my sweet boy: Mama loves you more than words can hold. You are my sunshine, my teacher, my heart in motion. Here’s to Year 3—may it be full of wonder.
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