My five-year-old, my Audrey, is very almost six. Less than a month. SIX. Five is a big number, but six is pretty much the fast track to ten, and from there you blink twice and they’re fully grown. (I assume. My oldest is eleven, so I just try not to blink. Ever.)
It’s a weird teeter-tottering place, I think, when you’re parenting kids on the brink of the Next Stage, whatever stage that is. Little kid parenting one minute, big kid the next. Or baby parenting, then toddler parenting.
Do you need this or this or this, little one? Are you asking me to reassure you of where the boundaries are, or are you telling me you’re ready for more independence? I get the calculations right one minute, but I’m off the next, and it’s an ongoing adjustment. Some days the balance is a little tricky.
Other days it’s like having one foot on each side: we’re still here, now, but we’re getting a glimpse into there, the next place, as we push through the door between the worlds, and the view is amazing.
Using your words? Thanks for sharing.*
*The photo’s unrelated, but come on. How could I not share?
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ME: Sadie? Are you done with your castle?
SADIE: What?
ME: Are you done with your castle.
HER: What?
ME: Are you DONE with your CASTLE?
HER: WHAT?!
ME: oh, I meant chair.
DANE: And you can’t even blame that one on autocorrect.
Well. I could try.
Sometimes when we start a project, we have more ambition than energy. Things start off great, we leap right in, but then we’re derailed by meals and trips to the potty and need for sleep and–you know how it is.
We end up with a tray of salt dough ornaments on the counter for weeks, waiting to be used to decorate something. Anything. Or we’ll have a stack of photos in frames waiting to be hung up. Or a stack of neatly-cut paper squares, waiting to be origamied into a tiny village. Or rolls of ribbon waiting to be braided into something, I don’t even remember what.
So you will understand my excitement when I say: woohoo, we actually hid the rocks! Hiding them may have taken just as long as painting them. Hard to say for sure.
The kids first hid one (not pictured) on the sidewalk in front of our house, and then checked on it 84,752 times per day until it disappeared.
After that we decided that if we just kept putting more rocks in that one spot, eventually passersby would catch on, and it wouldn’t really be anonymous anymore. So we took a batch out into the wider world.
Finding places to hide rocks where they will be found, but are not too obvious, and where they don’t look like someone left them there as decorations, and also are not too close together a la an Easter egg hunt? Is kind of hard.
About halfway through our outing, the kids decided to start hiding them in the front yards of people we know. (Hi friends! Hope you weren’t freaked out by the anonymous rock delivery and/or the small children darting in and out of your shrubbery!)
So pretty! Almost as though it just grew there…
love them! but no bargaining bedtimes.
THEM: Instead of bedtime…
ME: …Nope!
Our topic this week: BARGAIN. Make one? Need one? What a bargain!
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