She knows that she is heading to First Grade in the fall. She's got things figured out and she doesn't care for them one bit.
She "misses it when she was four and used to get to sleep in Mommy and Daddy's bed." (aka King would not have the wherewithal to say no when she would get up in the middle of the night) She has been needing hugs a lot more frequently. We snuggle a lot these days.
She is mourning her toddlerhood.
I am a diligent mother and am standing right beside her, keeping her company.
|Mommy and a Yellow Butterfly|
After all, one day we will be standing at eighteen and remembering six.