FIVE

This thing (Sometimes referred to as Thing 2, although she's really Thing 4) is FIVE. FIVE!!!!

Having gone through the 18 mos to 5 years stage  four times now, there have definitely been times that I looked forward to no longer being the primary caretaker of young children.  I find those years difficult.  Terrific Twos and Fabulous Fours, and well, don't even get me started on three year olds.  They are wonderful, they are funny, they are a complete and total mystery to me.  I really start feeling more confident as a parent at the magical age of 5.

And yet...

There is something very bitter sweet about the passing of this era.  I found myself feeling just a tad melancholy yesterday when I realized it was the last day ever that I would be the parent of a four year old.  

Four year olds are witty.  Especially this one.  The non-stop string of one-liners, crazy conundrums,  and hilarious singing and dancing has been a treat.  I will miss that as she grows and becomes more self conscious and naturally begins to hold back from some impulses.

But I'm also looking forward to knowing her as a 5 year old who loves to learn, explore the world around her and please mommy.

I love you little girl, who is now a big girl.

Happy Birthday.