You’re five. Just pressing my fingertips to those nine computer keys hurts. You’re five. How did this happen? My baby. Now five.
Yet those words make me happy, too. You’re different – different good. I like it. I like you. You’re not at all who I expected you to be. You’re better.
You’re crazy. You’re precious. You’re precocious. You’re your daddy’s girl and your mama’s shadow. You’re your grandmama’s angel and your grandpa’s delight. And you’re your very own person.
I’ve learned a lot through this past year – this year I’ve called the Fantastic Fours. Here’s what I’ve learned…
I’ve learned that every year, just about three weeks after your birthday, you test me. You push me, you push the limits, you push yourself, and you prove what you’re made of.
I’ve learned that consistent discipline and persistent love bring us both to the place of experiencing God’s best.
I’ve learned that mutual respect works with more than just jobs and marriages. It works with kids, too.
I’ve learned that you crave affection and long for words of affirmation – and it’s my joy to give you both.
I’ve learned that what makes you happy is being loved, and for you, that means spending time together.
I’ve learned that you can shoulder responsibility beyond your years – with grace and joy.
I’ve learned that four-year-old silliness isn’t my “thing”. (Sorry, just isn’t.)
I’ve learned that you love your friends, Go Fish, and Dinosaurs.
I’ve learned that you love to learn and homeschooling is definitely for us.
I’ve learned that I must allow you to teach me so I may teach you.
I’ve learned that children are good pray-ers, good forgivers, good peacemakers.
I’ve learned that you want a Tinkerbell guitar, Tinkerbell motorcycle, Tinkerbell baseball bat, Tinkerbell socks, and Tinkerbell clock. Ariel used to be your favorite. Tinkerbell won out this year.
I’ve learned that you’re a challenge, and I’m up for it.
I’ve learned that I really like you. A lot. I think you’re cool. (Yes, “cool”. It’s a word that was rad or down or hot or sick or whatever back when your mom was young…but still a lot older than you are now.)
I’ve learned that the “Wiggle Game” is by far the best way to help you learn anything – really, anything.
I’ve learned that it hurts me when other little kids hurt you.
I’ve learned that God really does lead me in how to lead you as long as I stay close enough to hear Him.
I’ve learned that you’re learning to love Jesus, and I have no greater joy than to hear that my child is walking in the truth.
I’ve learned that you make a good partner, a good team-mate. And team mates we are – you, Daddy, and me. Team Greene.
I’ve learned that when school just isn’t working for this day or this week or this month, we’re good! We’ll play. We’ll snuggle. We’ll learn. We’re us. And we’re good.
I’ve learned that when school IS working, we can’t allow others to discourage us. We’ll play. We’ll snuggle. We’ll learn. We’re not “pushing” anything. We’re us. And we’re good together.
I’ve learned that the sound of your laughter is the best sound in the world and your smile makes me happier than almost anything else.
I’ve learned that for all my days, all my life, I’ll love you – but then again, I already knew that. Happy fifth birthday, Peanut-Girl. I’m so very thankful you’re my daughter.