My three year old is so smart. Yes, i can hear my dad telling me that every mother thinks that of their child. But right now i want to say that i think my son is different. And yes, i hear him again (in my head, or out loud when he reads this) saying that every mother would say their child is different, better than the rest. And yet, i continue.
Hudson turned three, two months ago. He knows all his colors, counts to 20, knows his alphabet, days of the week, and is learning months of the year this week. He's started to spell, and can identify pretty much every letter in the alphabet. He's also been learning some german, has a wonderful vocabulary, and suprises me almost daily with the innovative thoughts and ideas he comes up with.
Tonight, a few minutes before going to bed, Hudson wrote an H in the carpet. He then pointed it out to me and said, look at my H. 'H' is for Hudson.
Sure, much of this is "common" for his age group. But to me, my Hudson is amazing. Though there are moments I watch him throw a fit for no real reason and wonder what happened to my sweet little boy. Absolutely I ask myself every day when he'll stop crying when he gets dropped off a daycare. But at the end of the day, my little guy is one of the greatest things my life will know, and I feel lucky, thankful, blessed and excited to live life wtih him.