Karyn ColeKaryn Cole

Karyn Cole is the lucky mom of 2-year-old girl/boy twins, Mia and Miles. After teaching elementary school for over 15 years, she now spends her days trying to enrich her class of two and organizing the chaos that is her household. After bedtime, she enjoys baking, crafting, and watching bad reality TV.

Since I have two three-year-old twins in my house, one of my favorite current hashtags is #thisisthree. Those simple words can express so many different feelings – joy, silliness, frustration, exhaustion. Three (and in my case, three times two) is all of those things, and more.

Three is waking up to sweet snuggles before rushing to get out the door for preschool. It’s fighting with your daughter because she can’t wear a bathing suit to the grocery store. It’s is also being proud when your son puts his underwear on by himself, even if it is backwards. It’s dealing with a hundred different unreasonable demands before breakfast and hysterical laughter at bad knock-knock jokes during lunch. It’s never ending games of hide and go seek and endless episodes of Paw Patrol. It’s the “Trolls” soundtrack playing over and over in your car.

Three is a dichotomy, living in the gray space between being a baby and being a big kid. Three is brave enough to ride roller coasters and water slides, yet innocent enough to still “play” arcade games without putting any quarters in them.   It’s learning to ride a bike and climb trees, but also learning the harsh realities of scraped elbows and skinned knees.

Three is knowing exactly what you want and refusing to apologize for it.   It’s wearing a space suit to the park and a superhero cape to the grocery store.

Three is unbridled enthusiasm for almost anything. Three year olds love birthday parties, Halloween costumes, and Christmas lights with all their hearts. They’re loyal to their people beyond compare and love their pets and friends fiercely.

Being a mother to three-year-olds means watching your children develop their own friendships. It’s also refereeing a thousand arguments as they learn to share. It’s watching them try new activities and learn the concepts of success and failure. It’s seeing their personalities develop as they deal with the small obstacles in their day-to-day lives.

Most of all, three is wishing your babies would never grow up and wishing they were just a bit more independent all at the same time. Three is loud, messy, tiring, and above all, fun. I’m #blessed and #tiredasamother, but I’m not ready for four just yet.

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