My Favorite Age

A friend of mine recently posted a video on Facebook of her four-year-old daughter. The mom’s caption on this video was “This is my favorite age!”. It was a cute, short little video of this four-year-old just talking and being adorable (as four-year-olds are!).

Seeing that video made me really reflect on my experience as a mom. I remember back when my big boy was about 1 1/2 years old, at the time I thought that his age was the greatest age. I was so thrilled with the growth he had made and the neat things he was able to do. Then, when he was about three and more independent and potty trained, I thought that was the best age. Not only was he more independent, but he could talk and his little personality was starting to really show. As the years went on, I began to see the joy and adventure that each new year brings to both being a parent and being a growing child. Now he’s 10. He’s funny, he’s smart, and he’s fun to have around. We can actually do things together that I enjoy doing-like going to the movies or going for a jog or playing board games.

It’s been so cool to see the twins grow, learn, and explore life together. They don’t always play together, which I know is normal because they’re just a year old. But when they do play together, it so fun to watch. And another areas, they’re very unique and individual. For example, they both wave hello and goodbye differently: One squeezes her hand open and closed, and the other does big circular waves.

For me, each new day of being a mom is better than the last. These three little lives that I am responsible for are a huge blessing, and I am so thankful for each and everyone of them. With the teenage years looming overhead in our very near future, I am grateful for the beautiful kids that I have and hope that I can always remember how much they mean to me when times get hard!

I’d love to hear your thoughts on being a parent, and if you have a favorite age of your little one’s childhood.