A letter to my three-year-old

Dear Smiley

With long, bold steps you walk ahead of me as if you rule the world. Your high top pony tail swings from side to side as you bounce forward with purpose. You know what you want, little love, and you’re not afraid to chase after it.

I’ve always felt there’s something old soul-ish about you. You seem to have a knowing in your eyes and a confidence in yourself, which makes me feel as though you’ve been here before. You notice things that other kids don’t and you talk and act like someone much older than you.

‘How’s your back, Mummy?’ you say.

‘Are you feeling a little better? You might need a massage.

‘My back’s a bit better.’

You’re full of life and an absolute pocket rocket. While your sister is quiet and gentle, you are chatty and boisterous. We still haven’t mastered the art of the inside voice or learning to wait your turn to speak. You have so much to say all of the time and won’t stop until you’re heard.

You have a flair for the dramatic. It’s nothing new for you to collapse to the ground in a heap and declare with arms flailing that your legs are broken and you can’t move. You have a way of wrapping me around your little finger. You know how to work me, you little rascal, and you get your own way more times than you probably should.

Toilet talk entertains you to no end. While your big sister reminds you that toilet talk belongs in the toilet, you flash her a cheeky smile and continue to sing about bums and poo. You’re so animated. We try not to smile, but who are we kidding? You’re hilarious and we all end up laughing, which only fuels your bum and poo show.

You’ve just discovered your rhythm and will dance at every chance you get. Emma Wiggle is your music of choice and you will play her on repeat as you wiggle your bottom, spin and jump. All the while you’re shouting, ‘look at me, look at me!’

I love that you haven’t been brainwashed by Disney princess. Octonauts, Paw Patrol and George Pig are more your thing. Your friends at kindy are all boys and you’re not afraid to muck in with them and tell them who’s boss.

Your best friend though, of course, is your big sister. While you have a habit of bossing her around, there’s no doubt you look up to her and worship the ground she walks on. Everything she does or touches, you want to do or touch. You’re a little copycat, much to her frustration at times.


Well, my smiley girl, today you are three.

Thank you for giving us three years full of love, laughter and happiness. I can’t imagine life without you, beautiful girl. You keep us all on our toes.

Happy birthday, Smiley.

Love Mummy

9 comments on A letter to my three-year-old

  1. Sammie @ The Annoyed Thyroid
    October 15, 2015 at 9:10 pm (3 years ago)

    How gorgeous – if she could write, I bet she’d write to you saying how lucky she is to have you as her mum!

  2. Tash @ Gift Grapevine
    October 18, 2015 at 11:50 pm (3 years ago)

    Happy birthday Smiley!! This is just beautiful Renee – your little pocket rocket sounds like she is so full of joy. And I’m with you – as much as my three year old revels in poo and wee jokes, we can’t help but laugh too 🙂

  3. Heart
    October 23, 2015 at 10:45 am (3 years ago)

    Oh! You are such a sweet mommy! Your little girl is very adorable. She’s such a sweet little angel. Belated happy birthday!


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