I lost my mother when I was 9 years old. Unfortunately I have very little memories of her. One of my strongest memories of my mom is her sitting in our living room with the rest of the family. I don’t know what I was doing but she looked at me and asked “Can you go back to being 3 years old?” I walked away and came back walking on my knees saying “look mom, I’m three”.
I now have a 3 year old. He is the silliest 3 year old I know. He is the funniest 3 year old I know. He is the most thoughtful 3 year old I know. Yes he can drive me crazy, but he can make me laugh so hard I cry.  If I’m sick he wants to be by my side helping me feel better. He really is one of my joys and comforts in my life
I don’t know who I was when I was 3, but I watch him, especially when he’s being silly and I think about what my mother said to me.  It makes me wonder if I was just as funny as Noah. If I made her laugh and smile like he makes me.

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