Having a conversation with Oldest about her birthday. Which isn’t until October, but she likes to talk about it.
Oldest: Can’t believe I will be 12 on my Birthday!
Me: No you won’t.
Oldest: Yes I will. I am 11 now, then 12, then 13, then 14…
Me: Nope you will be 8 this year. I liked it when you were 8. You were nice.
Her dad walks in and hears us talking and says, “Let’s make it 7, 7 was a good age.”
Me: Ok, 7 it is.
Oldest: You can’t do that. I don’t want to be 7 or 8.
Me: Why not. You were nice and little still. You were mommy’s helper.
Oldest: *Getting mad at me now* I am going to be 12 and you can’t stop me.
*Oh dear one, I know I can’t. If I could, I would. I would turn it all around, in a heartbeat.*
