Five is… I’m not even sure what 5 is yet – Cole has only been 5 years old for a week, and we’re still getting used to it around here.
I can tell you what 5 is NOT. Five is NOT a baby anymore. Five is a definite sign that you must graduate the child from toddler classes to kindergarten. While I could get away with babying my four-year-old preschooler, FIVE is kindergarten. It’s a whole other world outside of our home, that Cole will be exploring – without us. I just found out that Cole will be getting the bus to and from school this year – which is just mind boggling. How can my *baby* be going off on a bus? By himself!
Cole, at 5, is the same crazy, wild, prickly ball of energy he has always been. He Never Stops Moving. I am constantly wowed by his imagination and his vocabulary, and he has a great heart. He watches out for his baby sister – when he isn’t bickering with her – and takes his role of big brother very seriously.
FIVE is forward facing in the car – even though he hasn’t *quite* reached the upper limits of the rear-facing weight limit on our Diono Radian.
Five is being big enough to climb the highest. AND being allowed on the ropes course at the amusement park.
Five is falling asleep starting to read books in bed. And playing the games with Daddy instead of just scribbling on the place mat.
I have to imagine our babywearing days are drawing to a close… Five is fewer requests to be carried, farther between. One day, I will put him down and not ever pick him back up – and I am NOT ready.
Five is learning and big adventures and a whole new phase in his life…
I worry that we are getting closer and closer to a day when he is too cool for Mommy.
But I don’t think we’re quite there yet.
