It’s been 5 years since my firstborn made me a mom. I have been anticipating this birthday for months. 5 is such a monumental birthday! Old enough for “official” school, tall enough to ride rides at amusement parks and sign up for girl scouts (can we say “cookies”?!) and so many more activities! This girl never ceases to amaze me!
As excited as I am for all the things she can do this year, there’s also this slight stab in the heart that I am nearing the end of “early childhood”. What a crazy thing to realize since I still consider myself a new mom. It was just yesterday that I couldn’t pry her off my leg when I left the room, and now she’s shoving me out the door.
She’s itching to hang with the older girls and watch the big kids’ shows. Gone are the days of Elmo and Barney, something I keep thinking she’ll go back to. Here are the days of Barbie and mermaids. And as I write this, I realize that I can’t really remember the last time she crawled into bed with me in the wee hours of the morning. I wonder if those days are behind me as well.