I am over a week late writing this, but that seems to be the norm right now.
Last week you turned 6. SIX! It is hard to believe how big you have gotten and how fast 6 years has gone by. You have gone from my tiny 6 pound, 12 ounce black haired baby, to my articulate, silly, smart little blond girl. In just six years. You finished Kindergarten about a month ago, and I think you loved every minute of it. I can’t believe you’ll be off to first grade in just over a month!
Life is crazy right now. For all of us. You and your brother just changed daycares from the one you were at for almost 5 years to a new one. You have made friends quickly, and I was so proud of you for how well you handled the change. You are helping your brother adjust as well. He has made friends too, but the transition has not been quite as easy for him.
Your Grandma is going through chemo, and you have fascinated me (and stumped me, on occasion) with your questions about cancer. But you have been kind and concerned and super, super positive, which helps me so, so much. Your curiosity is one of my favorite things about you, and I kind of love that you are interested to know the details of your grandmother’s illness – at just 6 years old. But you’ve always been an old soul, and I am amazed at what you seem to really understand at such a young age.
I have been busy with work. Very busy with work – to the point that it makes me feel like I am missing much more of your childhood than I would like. I also just started a program to get my Master’s degree. It’s too much, and I know it is, but it is only a year. In the end, I hope you understand why I took this on. It is to better myself, to further my education, and to hopefully benefit all of us. I also want you to remember that I did this. That when you were six years old I went to work everyday, worked on a degree at night and on the weekends, and I was a mother too. I want you to know that you can do anything. You can be a mom, and have a career. You can get a good education and invest in yourself. I would never tell you that doing all of that at once is easy, but it can be done. I also want you to remember that your Daddy helped. He stepped up and cooked dinner, cleaned the house, and took care of you and your brother while I did all of this. Remember that. I hope when you get married, you find a husband that will do those things for you…that will help you when you need help.
At six years old you are incredibly bright and articulate. We never know what is going to come out of your mouth. You have one wobbly tooth in the front on the bottom. You love My Little Pony. You still love frogs just as you always have. You sleep with your precious Lovey Bunny every night, and I dread the day you stop doing that. You love to draw and color. You are learning to read better all the time. You are a bit bossy, but I have a feeling I know where you got that trait. Your giggle is infectious, and you are absolutely beautiful – inside and out. Just as I did 6 years ago, sometimes I look at you and marvel at how beautiful and smart you are, and I just can’t believe you are mine. But you are! There is no doubt about that!
You got your first bike for your birthday. You got a unicorn helmet to go with it and you made a special request for knee and elbow pads. Here you are modeling your gear:
And here is your sweet face:
Just like I say every year, I can’t wait to see what the next year brings! I love you Anna Banana! Don’t ever stop being the feisty, sassy, silly girl that you are!