About Me:

Aloha! I'm Wendy Kennar. I'm the mother of a seven-year-old son and a wife living in Los Angeles. I was a public school teacher for twelve years until a chronic medical condition made it necessary to leave my teaching career.

I've always been described as "quiet" - really, I'm just biting my tongue. I've got lots to say, and lots of thoughts to share, I just prefer to write them. That's the purpose of this blog. Each Wednesday, I post a personal essay offering my observations and thoughts.

A few fun facts about me: I've wanted to be a writer since second grade, when my teacher, Mrs. Jones, made me a "book" with a yellow construction paper cover. I have never learned to whistle, have always preferred sunflowers to roses, and have spent my life living within the same zip code.

Through the years, my writing has been published in the Los Angeles Times, Christian Science Monitor, United Teacher, GreenPrints, L.A. Parent, DivineCaroline.com, RoleReboot.org, XOJane, and Brain, Child Magazine. Additionally, my personal essays have been included in several anthologies, including: The Barefoot Review, Beyond the Diaper Bag, Lessons From My Parents, Write for Light, Being a Grown-Up: A User's Manual for the Real World, Ka-Pow!, How Writing Can Get You Through Tough Times, Breath and Shadow, The Grey Wolfe Storybook, and Sisters Born, Sisters Found.
I am a regular contributor at MomsLA.com, and you can also find me at Goodreads.

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Wednesday, April 6, 2011

In the Land of 3

My son is three years old.
Three.  A full-fledged toddler.  He stopped being a baby a while ago.  Stopped looking like one when his baby face left and a big boy face revealed itself in its place.  He stopped sounding like one when he began talking in sentences, talking about Monet’s Waterlilies and butterflies being beautiful.
Now, “3” seems like this monumental number with so many different meanings in my son’s life (and my life, as well):

It began when I was pregnant.  Our health was measured in terms of trimesters.  
My son arrived several days early.  He was ready to join the world and chose to do so on an auspicious day - March 30th, or 03-30.  He shares his birthday with my mom and Vincent Van Gogh, for a total of 3 pretty incredible people born on that day.
Unlike myself, my son has three initials.  His middle name was easily chosen; it honors his late uncle, his daddy’s younger brother.  
There are three boys in our family - Ryan and his two cousins, Matthew and Christopher.
Our immediate family has three members - Ryan, Mommy, and Daddy.
At my son’s three-year-old check up, he measured 3 feet, 3.5 inches tall and weighed 36 pounds.  As if I could forget that he is now 3, his measurements are entirely made up of 3’s.
Lastly, Ryan received a tricycle for his birthday.  My son is now learning to be mobile on a three-wheeled device.  Watching my son “ride” up and down the sidewalk in front of our house, with his Toy Story helmet on, I began to cry.  My son is a little boy.  For ever on, he will be my “sweet pea,” my “angel pie,” but he is certainly no longer a baby.  We’re ready for the next batch of adventures awaiting us in the land of 3 and beyond.


  1. Honey!

    I Love your perspective on this posting.

    Ryan is growing into an amazing little boy.

    I am so proud of our family!



  2. It is so hard to believe Ryan is "3".The time has certainly gone by quickly.He is an AMAZING child and you are a WONDERFUL mommy.I feel honored that he and I share the same birthdate.You have such a way with words and I love reading your blog each week.I love you and I am very proud of you.

  3. Ryan is a very mature and intelligent 3 year old. I have been amazed at his growth. I received my first phone call from him yesterday. I am very proud of him and his Mother.

    Love, Dad

  4. He is just so precious! I loved seeing that picture of Ryan on the tricycle! It's so wild to see him going through these changes! Enjoy every second of it!