Another year has passed, and you have grown up, of course
You can tell when I’m angry even if my tone doesn’t change
You can surely tell when I’m angry and my tone does change
You can read my face
You hurt over my pimples 🙂
You tell me that I’m the best “thing” in the world
You are oh-so-picky about food that an army of chefs couldn’t please you
You let me sleep when you play now
You even lower your volume when I’m napping
Not uninterrupted still, you wake me up every fifteen minutes or so
You talk a lot to yourself, we wonder how you don’t just drop dead tired
You can run back up on the slides now
You love playing tag
But you still don’t like loosing
You finally said Yes to gymnastics!
You make new friends more easily now
But you are still reckless with others’ hearts
You love being read to
But you don’t make an attempt to read
You hate spellings
But love reading the clock
You stopped cycling since we raised the support
You still give up easily
And we are still learning to be more kind as we nudge you along
The supposed 5 years of your growing up are over
You are more of a person now.
I look forward to the next five and the next five and the next and the next…
I am sure I will enjoy them as much
I am sure I’ll pull my hair out a little less
Not coz you won’t still be a naughty trouble
But coz I barely have hair left!
Happy Fifth, my child.