Reflections on Three

So this birthday coming up has already become my first favorite birthday. My first baby is three. This birthday more than the others feels like a milestone. I have three years of mothering under my belt. I've survived natural childbirth (twice), sick days, potty training, breastfeeding a toddler (twice), tantrums (god I've lost count) and toddler coercion tactics. I expected to feel at this point like I could pretty much navigate any situation a sociopathic toddler could throw at me. Instead I feel more humbled and awed than I ever thought possible. I am a truer me, a more thankful me, a more honest me and while more disorganized, more prioritized also.
I have my first baby boy to thank for that. Every day I learn something from him. How can I be more loving, more kind, more patient, more empathetic, more consistent? How can I learn to mean what I say, delight in every detail, live in the moment, be happy in every moment? I am loving my life every day I spend with him. I am so blessed to be present as he discovers himself. And as a bonus I am learning a lot about myself too.