She’s so almost….
She spins and I catch a glimpse of tomorrow, of ten years from now. Of last Thursday, 2 years ago. Depending on how the sun whispers in her eyes, I can see each and every one of her, smiling.
She turns 6 soon, my little honey child, and a child she will be. No longer a baby, a toddler, a preschooler. Just a kid. Just a glorious, wonderful, little kid with a head like a stubborn ox on her shoulders, full of curiosity, wonder and love.
She is so much herself-right now, at peace with herself, yet so human, so normal too, none of the worries I remember having, her biggest tearjerker is her friend being mean and telling her she “just isn’t cool” in a moment of pique.
She’s an explorer, an artist and a linguist. She mouths off to her mother in all the appropriate ways, reminds me that I’m not so smart, and only getting older.
She brings me magic.
Someday the mess will be gone. My floors will stay clean, the food will never run out, and the walls won’t be sticky.
I’ll miss it though.