Being 3

There are a ridiculous number of reasons why I need Nathan. But one that I feel very acutely everyday is the role he has in Josiah's playtime. I just cannot provide Josiah with the physical play that he wants and needs.

Mostly because he hurts me. Seriously, little 3-year-old legs kick hard.

And he wants to play far more aggressively than I want to.

Josiah's teacher told me yesterday that he was playing too rough with the other kids. And while I wanted to suggest that maybe that's because 40 minutes of large group sitting time is inappropriate for a 3-year-old, I know that he would play rough regardless.

So I am thankful for my boys' daddy. And I guess I need to add "remember to play gentle" to my list of reminders when I drop Josiah off at school everyday.