In seven days, Racecar turns five.  In twelve days, Ariel turns six.

I love that they are so excited about their birthdays, I love that they discuss with each other that for a few days, they’ll be the same age.  I love January because celebrating their birthdays and creating special days for them feed me with so much love and excitement that it lasts an entire year.

I can remember having the hardest time shopping for Ariel when she was two because every toy in the store seemed to say 3 and up.  And somehow, here I am, her turning six, having the same problem, except it’s different now, everything that I want to get her still says 3 and up and everything she wants says Hannah Montana or POP STAR or BEST FRIENDS FOREVER.

With rhinestones and glitter.  And it’s usually shiny.

Our “tastes” are completely different.  Her taste being “Mom, I’m growing up.”  Mine being “please don’t grow up, baby girl.

This year she wants two things for her birthday.  A PINK Nintendo DS and a Hannah Montana bedding.  I can handle the DS.

But the bed?  I can’t, I just can’t.   I can barely stand the thought of not pulling her first quilt up to her chin every night, we’ve been doing this for three years now.  Three short, lightning fast years that  I can’t believe are over.

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She assures me that it’s okay, that she’ll give her butterfly bedding to her cousin.  So, with that assurance is proof of her maturity, her understanding and the fact that she really is growing up.  And I can’t stop her.  I can only watch and take it in and try to understand that whether her bed has butterflies on it or a giant Hannah Montana face, she’s still the same beautiful child that rocks my soul and takes my breath away every single day.

And because of that, she’ll get that Hannah Montana bed.

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