(Goblin is 4 years old)
You look so big, yet you look so little;
You have so many facts to tell me, yet so much to learn;
You love my cuddles, yet you seek independence;
You still get frustrated, yet you are learning how to handle it;
You make me proud when you remember your manners, yet you make me laugh with your inappropriate honesty;
You chat to strangers as if you knew them forever, yet you fear some cartoons that you have watched many times;
You can be uncontrollable and impulsive, yet you surprise me with your thoughtful acts;
You madden me regularly with your strong willed assertions, yet you impress me with your acts of confidence;
You have only been with us for four short years, yet it feels like you have been with us forever;
You are my incredible lovely four year old son.
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Ah, I love this :) I think it applies pretty well to my two and a half year old as well! There is never a dull moment with a little one around, that's for sure.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem. It is so true that little ones are packed full of contradictions-- loving one minute, standoffish the next; peaceful one second, wild the next.
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