It’s 5:30 AM, and I’m groggy as I slip into your bed, wrapping my arms around your little frame. You’re still in your superhero costume from last night—your favorite Iron Man suit that you’ve worn every day since Halloween. In that bright red outfit, you’re a brave champion, ready to take on the world, except when those pesky bad dreams creep in. That’s when I swoop in, your trusty sidekick, ready to fend off any nighttime monsters. But soon, you’ll be celebrating your fifth birthday, and I know our days of superhero rescues will start to fade.
Five is hurtling toward us like a speeding train, and I can sense your impatience. “I want to turn six!” you say, frustration evident in your voice. I get it; you’re the youngest in your class and in the family, always feeling like you’re a step behind your friends. “Don’t rush it,” I say. “Five is pretty amazing. Trust me.”
Even as you stand on the brink of this new age, I can see you growing up just a bit. “B is for baby,” you proudly declare after kindergarten, and “C is for cat!” Each day brings fresh discoveries. Your backpack is bursting with number sheets, colorful dinosaurs, and letters you’ve been practicing. Every night as I read to you, I see the spark of curiosity in your eyes. You’re starting to realize that soon, you’ll be reading those stories all by yourself. Suddenly, everything feels possible.
You hop on your bike and call for Dad to steady you as you pedal. With a squeal of delight, you race down the hill, leaping off at the bottom and declaring, “I’m ready to go home!” But when Dad asks if you want to ride again, you gleefully shout, “Yeah, I do!” Five isn’t just a straight line; it’s a ride filled with starts and stops, moments of bravery mixed with hesitation, all rolled into one big adventure.
Five is all about cooking eggs and making a bit of a mess, but somehow managing to fry a few perfectly. It’s arguing with your sister because she can do things you can’t, and then snuggling up with her to listen to stories—even the old dinosaur ones she’s outgrown. It’s finally being able to finish your jigsaw puzzles, while accepting that some pieces are long gone from your earlier days. Choosing your birthday dinner and declaring that donuts are the only option is a true five-year-old move. It’s wanting to take down the Batman poster from last year but leaving it be because you know Dad likes it.
You ask for “16 hugs and 16 kisses” before bed and then comically wipe them off your cheek. You settle down dressed as a superhero, and in the morning, you’re calling out for me again. As I hold you close, listening to your soft breaths as you drift off, I think maybe five won’t be so bad after all. In fact, I might even embrace it. After all, an age that kicks off with donuts for dinner? How can you beat that?
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In summary, five is a whirlwind of growth, adventure, and the joys of childhood wrapped in the love of family.
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