Look tenderly on little boys of three,
Their softness is as fleeting as a flower.
The cheeks like petals such a little hour,
The deepest dimple theirs so transiently;
Even tomorrow softness may be hard.
The little cotton cushions on the knees
turned into bony knobs for climbing trees.
The fists so like a rose grow lean and scarred.
His full moon cheeks will narrow to a line,
the silken hair becomes a brush of bristle,
As Mother’s little flower turns to thistle,
And there will linger not one little sign
To prove the cuddly cupid that was he.
Look tenderly on little boys of three.
Loves animals, words, books, clothes, and exploring the mechanics of things.
Possibly the most observant little guy I’ve ever known.
Total mama’s boy.
Loves animals, music, dancing, books, puzzles, and jumping from great heights.
Possibly the most sensitive and expressive little guy I’ve ever known.
Total ladies’ man.
I believe that making new people may be humanity’s most hopeful act. Three years ago today, my own hope for the future was born. And in a way, I was born too. Born a mama, born into a new kind of vulnerability, and strength, and a fierce kind of love. Thank you, my little boys, for making me a mother, for giving me new reasons for love and hope, and for being your amazing, charming, beautiful selves. Happy 3rd birthday, little men. Here’s to many more!