Somewhere I must have blinked because Jackson is five. I remember when he was born and a friends husband saying, “it really gets great when they are five”. And at that time five was so very far away. Five was not even something I could think about. Five months maybe, but five years that was a lifetime away, and yet here it is.
And it turns out my friends husband was right, five is really great.
Five is…
Getting up by himself and watching TV while we sleep… sometimes.
Total silliness and shaking his “booty butt” around the kitchen.
Lots and lots of sneak hugs and snuggles on the couch.
Understanding that he’s going to be a big brother.
Being able to help around the house and actually helping, not hindering.
Playing games and following the rules… mostly.
Knowing how to write your name and all your letters, even if sometimes you get some wrong.
An eagerness to learn that I hope never fades away.
Can I get that for Christmas, and when will Christmas be here???
Singing silly songs and fart noises and playing games that I don’t always understand.
Old enough to do a puzzle with Mom but young enough to still be frustrated.
Getting teary-eyed at pre-k drop off some days and other days just running off.
Having responsibilities, putting away your laundry, cleaning up the dishes and putting your shoes in the right place…most of the time.
I love you more than anyone else Mommy.
It’s a sweetness that some days I don’t think I deserve.
Is knowing every Batman, Avengers and Star Wars character.
Being Daddy’s guy, cause Daddy lets you do everything.
It is an affinity for all things snuggly and cozy, which i can totally appreciate.
More insightful than I thought possible at five. It’s caring and concerned for others. It’s thoughtful and giving…sometimes with a little push from Mom.
Five is pretty wonderful. It’s just enough independence and just enough I still need Mom’s help. It’s still old enough for cuddles, silliness and bed time stories. And it is as Jack said this morning, “Mom I’m so happy to be 5 because it means I can do more things on my own, but I still want to be little, I want to stay little forever”. Being five is just right.
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