As I sit down to blog, my 5 year old is sitting on the toilet pooping. She is singing out loud, swinging her feet, and has no care in the world except to be done pooping so she can go play video games with her brothers. I just laugh.Bouncy curls, freckled nose, sassy attitude and more Barbies than I can count. She is beautiful, the light of my life. I love hearing her giggle, watching her sleep and listening to her read a story. Her sweet lisp, (she can't say her "s" it comes out like "th".) I never want her to out grow it.
She will start Kindergarten in the fall. I held her back a year to have her be one of the oldest kids in her class. I wish I was held back. I think I might have done better emotionally, and academically. Hopefully it will give her a chance to be successful, confident and capable of standing up for what is right. I don't want her to follow the wrong crowd or get bullied into anything she might regret. I want the best for her and I want her to be strong. We'll see...
