Don’t Ever Change
Posted on December 13, 2010 by Guest
No matter which holiday you celebrate, there is a certain magic that children bring with their exuberance and unquestioning belief. Today, guest writer Wendi Brandow shares her wish that children never lost that sense of innocence and wonder.
Dont ever change, dont ever change. I whispered these words to myself as I lay snuggled up to my husband, who in turn cocooned our soon-to-be, five-year-old son. We were laying beneath a pile of blankets on top of a mountain of pillows watching The Polar Express for the tenth time since Thanksgiving. Santa had just announced who would receive the first gift of Christmas and my son erupted in a burst of applause. His wonder had gotten the best of him. It was as if he had never seen it before and he was so excited he couldnt contain himself, as if he himself would be receiving the first gift of Christmas.
More and more lately, a part of me needs to believe he will always be that innocent and filled with delight. He seems so big lately. He has grown an inch-and-a-half in the two months since he started school. He has stopped hugging me as much and needs far fewer kisses. He has also started to be judged, and not always kindly, by the opinions of others.
Losing baby teeth & baby beliefs
Posted on July 8, 2010 by FoBaM-Jamie
My six-and-a-half year-old daughter lost her first baby tooth this week. The event was rather anti-climactic. For weeks, we’d been watching her front tooth wiggle, dangle, and twist; and then – while she was eating a green popsicle – it just dropped into her hand. No blood, no tears, no drama. She looked momentarily surprised and then ran immediately to the bathroom mirror to proudly check out her gappy reflection.
I got a little choked up. I already feel like my baby is growing up so fast, and now that she’s started dropping chiclets, I feel like puberty is right around the corner. It won’t be long now. Pretty soon, she’ll be going off to school wearing her own Big Girl Shoes instead of playing dress up with mine. I can almost hear her asking to borrow the car.
Thankfully, some pieces of childhood magic still linger. The tooth fairy, for instance, was a much anticipated guest. My daughter solemnly placed her tooth in the special, little box that my sister had given her for the occasion. We placed the box outside my daughter’s room (because the tooth fairy wouldn’t be able to open the bedroom door), and left the box unlatched (in case the clasp was too tricky for tiny fairy fingers). Around 2AM, Read More…
