February 23, 2008
There are so many things about this age that I want to remember. Four and three-quarters is still a magical age, though decidedly less princessy. I am not sure when it happened, but suddenly the tiaras, boas, large fake jewelry, and fairy wings are not part of the picture. The princess dresses hang on their hangers collecting dust. I don’t recall the last time she wore any of them. I wish I could because I feel like I missed it. I missed the shift. What else am I missing that I don’t even realize yet?
And as much as I thought I wouldn’t miss the princess stage, I do.
I want to remember the way she puts her ipod on and sings along to the songs, loudly and with enthusiasm. Today she told me about a great new song… by the
New Kids on the Block Backstreet Boys circa 1998. Unfortunately for her she seems to have inherited my singing ability. But she doesn’t let it stop her. And truth be told neither do I, though having your own toddlers put their hands up over you mouth and tell you to shush does destroy a wee bit of your confidence.
I want to remember how she has to have a peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich every day for lunch.
I want to remember the elastic bands she is wearing as bracelets because her brother gave them to her.
I want to remember the wild mop of hair; hair that she tolerates being tied back with hair “pretties” when we are out but removes them as soon as we get home along with her shoes and socks.
I want to remember how tiny she looks curled up in her bed asleep at night.
I want to remember how all her pants are high waters because she is so skinny none of the pants that are the right length fit her waist.
I want to remember that for a short while I was the preferred parent, the one who she wanted to tuck her into bed, the one she wanted to go to the store with, the one she wanted to be like. I know this won’t last forever.
I want to remember it all.
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