But I'm here now with a conversation I recently had with my daughter running through my melon. It was one of those car conversations - you know, the ones where you look in the rearview mirror at your child's face and your heart breaks a little as you see how quickly time is marching on and you realize in the blink of an eye that sweet little face will be that of a teenager.
For whatever reason Abby tells me that being 4 is her favorite number and she isn't much looking forward to turning 5. I'm not entirely sure what it is about 5 that she's not at all looking forward to, but with that we got to talking about all the awesomeness that comes with being 5. You get to go to kindergarten (where there is recess!), you'll learn how to tie your shoes, and 5...Well when you're 5 it's as if you've arrived. Sure, you're no baby at 4, but 5, well 5 is like you've officially made it into the land of the big kids.
I'm not gonna lie, I'm not all that eager for her to turn 5 either. Because she's going to be off to kindergarten (for a whole day! what is that?!), she's going to be well onto the road of being a big kid, and we won't just be an extension of each other anymore...I'm misting just thinking about it! But I'm the mom, so it's my job to put on a happy face and help her to feel brave about what's to come, even if inside I couldn't be feeling any less brave if I tried. She's my only - my baby...I'm already having anxiety over preschool. But I will cheerlead her through every fear and piece of anxiety she has because that's what we do, right?
So after all the woo!hoo! for 5 party subsided, she asked me what my favorite number was (age) and I even had an answer for her. I did like being 5 because I made my first school best friend in kindergarten and she was the bestest friend ever. But after that I really liked being 8. I got a scooter for my eighth birthday, I invented my imaginary friend Betsy that year, it was good times to be had by all.
So what number did you like being best?