This is Bear’s latest catchphrase.
Practically anytime I try to help him with anything.
I know it comes with the territory of being 3.
Trying to be independent.
But, I look at all of my kids and wonder when they suddenly could do so much on their own.
Simple things, like Monkey not having to hold my hand or be wedged in between my body and the truck as I get his brothers unbuckled.
When he was just a tiny little toddler and I was trying to get his baby brother out, I would stress and pretty much squish his little body as I would unbuckle the baby.
But, now, he can unbuckle himself and though I still remind him to stay right by the truck as I get out the others, it no longer causes me complete anxiety.
I don’t remember when that happened.
When it went from my having to do things for them, to the stage where I was only helping them, to the stage where they can dude it by mine own self.
Monkey being able to play outside alone in the fenced-in yard while I watch from the window. Bear going potty alone or getting himself dressed. Even Cub…climbing all over everything and being perfectly fine doing that without any assistance from me.
It’s a lot less stressful to know that my kids can do some things without me; to know that I am not responsible for every last little thing that they need to get done, that they can get some things done on their own.
But, it’s also a little sad.