Then she asked me, "Daddy, are you sad that I won't be four anymore?"
All choked up, I answered, "Yes.....but I'm more excited but just a little sad."
It was not true. I'm really sad. A four year old is just a big toddler, which is still somehow connected to a baby. A five year old is a really, really young kid. My sweet little baby is officially no longer a baby. She is, as Lily often describes herself, "our child."
Five years old means, Kindergarten. She gets taken from my home and sucked up into the big Government School System. D-Fax will start bugging my phones. The big American Society Machine gets to start influencing her tastes in music, art, food, TV, sports, etc. What was once a tiny little life that was all mine, now becomes, in many ways, independent.
So I'm sad today. My baby is growing up. Happy Birthday Lilybean.
3 comments:
Dude, I know the pain. Isabel "graduated" from Pre-K last night. I started crying the minute they began playing "Let Them Be Little" by Billy Dean. Rough.
My daughter is 10 and my son is 8... and I must be a big softy, cause I got tears in my eyes. She sounds smart, what a great question.
I know she's been 5 now for awhile, but this is a great post!
Jason
Transparent Christian Magazine
Aw, she's beautiful. I never thought about 5 that way. I guess it is a big deal.
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