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Being Three

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When you’re three years old … things look different.

Are the bundles of clothing your mom makes you wear bulkier and heavier when you’re three?

Is that ice slipperier when you’re three?

Is it harder to “be a man” when you’re three?

Does it take more guts to be seen by your buddy as being brave when you’re three?

Is that skating rink a mile wider when you’re three?

Do bruises from falling on the ice hurt more when you’re three?

Is life more exciting every minute of the day when you’re three?

Yes, yes, YES!

 

***

Being three and at the rink,

Is way more daunting than you think,

My buddy came to skate with me,

My fear I will not let him see,

The ice is gleaming, threatening,

And yet there’s adults beckoning,

Do they not realize how quick

A boy can fall? Oh, I feel sick.

I’m sure my buddy feels the same

We’re scared and brave, but don’t feel shame,

If I fall down, it’s no big deal,

My buddy knows just how I feel.

We contemplate, but soon you’ll see

How brave we are, though only three.

 

 

 

Author: wordsfromanneli

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39 thoughts on “Being Three

  1. That is the cutest photo!

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  2. That’s so cute Anneli. When my boy was smaller, I remember trying to look at things from his height and everything looked so big and unreachable and far away…

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  3. That is so cute, both the photo and the poem. Love them!

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  4. Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!

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  5. Oh my! They are adorable! Are those boys your grandchildren? Too cute!

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  6. How adorable! Classrooms and desks seem large when in grade school. When you go back as an adult, it all looks so small.

    The Great White North is known for starting little ones in hockey early. 🙂

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    • I think in the big cities it goes on all year round and they probably find it a relief to skate in a cool rink when it’s a heat wave outside. Not sure if these guys are going to continue with hockey once it gets to the point of having teeth knocked out, but for now they have hockey pucks and nets set up in the streets or in the house (baby versions), or in the backyard. I suppose there are worse things for kids to get into.

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  7. So cute! Being three is being a kid for the first time.

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  8. Reminded me of the first day my granddaughter faced an ice rink. She was about 5 at the time and she loved it once she got the hang of it.

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  9. I love that photo! It’s a perfect fit with what you’ve written.

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  10. This was delightful, Anneli!!

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  11. Anneli, you have such a lovely way of getting into the head of a three year old. Precious. ❤

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  12. Three—a precious age! Like everyone else, I loved the photo and poem! A winner of a post!

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  13. Thank you, Diane. I’m so happy to hear that you enjoyed the post. I had fun with this one.

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  14. Lovely picture of those little ones. I love your poem!

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