I wasn’t expecting my son to get irrational and so full of angst until he was at least 14. Ok, maybe 12. But three? Seems a little early to me.
Until I asked around to my other parent friends and guess what? Three is worse than two. Terrible twos? I call B.S. on that. Threenagers are where it is at.
I don’t remember where I first heard the term threenager but it has become my motto for describing my son’s attitude. Three-years-old and he might as well be wearing all black and listening to Nirvana in his room alone. (It has obviously been a long time since I was a teenager so I have no clue what angsty teens listen to in their rooms nowadays while lamenting how hard their life is- just play along with me here).
I’m pretty sure that three might be the best time of your life. No worries in the world, right? Except my threenager wants the curtains CLOSED when I go to wake him up for preschool playgroup twice a week, complaining that he wants to stay in his pajamas and sleep (so do I, kid). When I drove him home from playgroup yesterday and asked him what he did in school today he said “NUFFIN. Quit talking.” When he doesn’t get his way he tells me he doesn’t love me, only his Dad and Rex the dog (if Dad doesn’t give him what he wants he will easily use the same hurtful line).
On the flip side, threenage love can be the best thing ever. Only minutes after throwing himself on the floor for giving him a snack (that he requested) he will say, out of the blue, “Mom I love you.” At the dinner table he will ask his Dad “how was your day at work?” If Sidney drops her binky he will pick it up and hand it to her, saying “here you go Sidney Girl.”
Last night’s threenage love moment made my heart explode. Every night while tucking him in I say “I love you to the moon and back.” I’ve said it since the day he was born and I would read (through tears) the book I Love You Forever while rocking him to sleep. He usually says “I love you too” but last night he looked back at me and said “I love you to the sun and frontwards.”
Three-years-old might be the best age yet. I love him to the sun and frontwards.