You aren’t going to believe this, but I’ve had a mental breakthrough. I’d been going back and forth, agonizing over whether or not I felt deep down I wanted another kid (or two). But when I think about the why–why do I like the idea of more children? Part of it comes back to missing the baby stage. Missing being pregnant, and having a tiny snuggly little newborn to love on. I miss the phase I’ve passed with my little ones. The problem is, they grow up. So is it another child I want? Or just a cuddly baby?
As I ask myself this I’m realizing, each year as I’ve cried over their growth, and my babies turning another year older, I’m missing some of the present.
I’ve made a shift. I’m slowing down, and I’m noticing the little things I’ll miss next year. Turns out, 5-years-old is pretty amazing.
My daughter rushes home from school with a new library book every week and pushes me onto our bean bags.
“Read it to me!” She pleads. I those moments we sit down together I notice how she takes in all of the pictures and words. She asks me to explain the details that go over her head.
Custom books with her name throughout with fancy, beautiful girls who look like her are thrilling. She sees herself in different characters and her dreams continue to grow skyward. She’s drawn to characters she can relate to, and characters who push her to be great. This age (as well as the age of my rambunctious 2-year-old) is so magical in many ways.
I’m looking at her and noticing her vibrant personality. I’m struck by her wit.–The questions she asks, the conclusions she deducts on her own.– Then when I ask her where she heard/learned that from she looks me straight in the eye and says “my brain!”
The best part of all? The completely selfish bonus from all of this is the fact that I am still her hero. My chasing her around in a game of tag, playing dress-up, jumping on the bed, assisting her with an art craft, or reading a stack of books shows her I love her. And for now, that still means more to her than most things.
In many ways, babies are easier. Definitely much less complicated. But I have a sinking suspicion in 10 years I’ll be wishing I could trade my teenagers for preschoolers. Just remind me to heed my own advice of enjoying the moment then too.
As you can probably tell, Lil’ J loves when I read to her. Especially when the book involves powerful, beautiful girls who are dreaming big and look like her. Growing up I rarely saw books with pretty little brown girls who looked like me, and I’m so glad my daughter doesn’t have to grow up that way. It’s Fancy to Be Me is I See Me’s newest book, and showcases not only your little girl’s name throughout the book, but a girl who can be made to look like her when you choose her hair and skin tone. Go on a journey with your daughter’s character as she explores the world and comes to see how beautiful it is to be herself.
You can order one here. Or first, try to win one here! Leave a comment on this post by October 21st at 11:59pm. and you’ll be entered to win It’s Fancy to Be Me, or an I See Me book of your choice (this is my son’s favorite).
I’ll randomly choose a winner from the comments on October 22nd.
**Update: Winner alert: #41 Vikki Billings**
This story and giveaway was sponsored by I See Me. We love their books! As always, all opinions are my own.