The Other Side of the Threenager: A Delightful Adventure

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Parenting is a wild ride, especially when you’re raising a 3-year-old. I can confidently say that I cherish every moment of this chaotic journey. Yes, I truly mean it. I think.

My daughter recently hit the big three, and now she proudly flashes three fingers while announcing, “I’m free yur yolds” – her pronunciation is something I’ll never tire of. My wife and I have learned to read the signs that signal when “The Fire” is about to erupt, and trust me, it’s a sight to behold.

When Alice is engulfed by The Fire, chaos reigns supreme. We instinctively move our dog to safety, scoop up her unsuspecting baby brother, clear away anything throwable, and brace ourselves for impact. For what feels like an eternity, Alice becomes a whirlwind of energy, flinging herself into a frenzy of hitting, kicking, singing, and, of course, the occasional tantrum. It’s the kind of storm that lasts for days, leaving us wondering where our sweet little girl went.

This whirlwind behavior didn’t just emerge with her new age; it’s been brewing for a while. I had held onto the hope that turning three would magically tame her wild side. But honestly, how fair is it to judge her behavior based on the arbitrary yardstick of a solar calendar?

The breaking point for me came during an exhausting day when my paternity leave coincided with a heatwave. Alice had given up her naps, and her baby brother Louis was teething, making for a perfect storm of parental challenges. I realized in that blazing heat that my 3-year-old was on a mission to test every limit.

If you’re navigating this phase now or have survived it, you’ve likely heard the phrase “the terrible twos” tossed around. It’s a comical misnomer; three is where the real chaos thrives. Threenagers are like oversized toddlers—armed with a growing vocabulary and a knack for pushing boundaries. They seem to have an innate ability to choose the most chaotic option at the most inconvenient moment.

I may have underestimated Alice’s potential for mischief. She was already spirited and adventurous at two, never one to shy away from testing her boundaries. Her language skills blossomed early, and she talks non-stop, often inventing new words when she runs out of things to say. It’s both fascinating and, at times, overwhelming.

Here are a few highlights:

  • When her baby brother was getting fed for the first time, she suddenly yelled, “Who wants butter?” and proceeded to squish a stick of butter all over herself.
  • In a fit of emotion, she declared, “I am Alice, and you are my family!” followed by a dramatic “I am Moaaanaaa!”
  • She sobbed when her puppet friend couldn’t come to preschool and now insists we play Puppet every waking moment.
  • And when faced with the task of cleaning up a bowl of beans she threw, she crawled on her hands and knees, collected each one, ate them, and then belched in triumph.

Despite the madness, I’ve discovered what I like to call “The Other Side.” This side often gets overshadowed by the chaos of The Fire. There are moments that leave me in awe—like when she reminds us to blink during movies or affectionately refers to us as “you guys” or “my people.” She’s the only one who can calm her crying brother and has a fierce love for her family and friends.

The moments when she holds my hand and says, “You know, Papa? I was tinking today. I love my Papa,” make all the wildness worth it.

Yes, I adore The Other Side, and it’s getting better every day. Those memories of butter and beans are already cherished stories I look back on fondly. I genuinely enjoy having a free-yur-yold. I think.

And as for the “terrible twos”? Maybe it’s just a reflection of generational shifts in parenting or simply a catchy phrase. Whatever the reason, it’s clear that each age comes with its own delightful challenges and victories.

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In summary, parenting a threenager is a delightful whirlwind filled with challenges and unexpected joys.