She’s five already?
Yup. She’s five. I’m starting to feel a measure of kinship with the countless parents I’ve heard complain about their kids growing up too fast. I say “a measure”, because there’s no “too fast” in there for me, at least not yet. My daughter keeps getting smarter and more independent, she keeps learning new skills and dramatically improving old ones, her sense of humor keeps getting more sophisticated, she keeps getting cheekier, and she understands more and more of the world by the day. She’s even facepalming me now.
It’s pretty extraordinary to witness. And so far it’s mostly made life easier and more interesting for us parents. Facepalms and all. (I’m sure there’s a tipping point coming. I’m guessing puberty.)
But it is a little disconcerting to think about how much of what she knows and what molds her as a person comes from outside the home now. The outside world has been there from the start, sure. Grandparents and other relatives, friends of the family, her friends and their parents, day care, random people, media, silly gender stereotypes and other sociocultural relics. But she’s never been the kind of sponge for formative input as she is now.
If there’s a theme for last year, it’s knowledge. I’ve been regularly surprised at how much she already knows and understands. Heck, many a palm went to the face after I started explaining something that she already knew. (Either that or she just wanted me to shut up.) She’s interested about everything and she asks questions all the time, sometimes really hard ones. I just hope she gets the right answers when not at home, or eventually learns to be skeptical of the wrong ones. (Yes, she absolutely gets the right answers from Mom and Dad. End of discussion.)
Learning to manage your emotions was also a big thing. But that’s a whole other action-adventure story with frequent dips into psychological horror. Maybe next time.
01.04.2015 / 02.04.2016 / 02.04.2017 / 01.04.2018 / 07.04.2019
PS. My daughter declined, in no uncertain terms and on multiple occasions, to shoot a follow-up video to last year’s action plan. So we’re left with a textual report:
- Sleep alone in her room. DONE.
- Stop thumb sucking. PENDING.
- Learn how to jump rope. DONE.
- Learn how to ride a bike without training wheels and training handle. DONE.
Works for me.
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Dad’s shirt from 35 years ago. My parents are still cheap. Rocking the look, though.
Thoughts on a summer evening.
Unsuspecting wide-eyed child inside a troll’s maw. Pretty sure there’s a metaphor or two in there somewhere.
Māori challenge, anyone?
Checking out the real estate in Hobbiton.
Scenery-schmenery. I got my chocolate ice cream to finish.
20 hours on a plane one way? No problem.
Playing “Pillars of Eternity II” with dad. We poked the boar with swords and made it fall asleep.
Public transportation FTW.
The unbearable anticipatory excitement over a CHRISTMAS PRESENT!
Waiting for the grownups to switch to “PAW Patrol”.
Watching the world explode from 2018 to 2019.
Ice skating sucks. (Except when it doesn’t.)
Skiing rules. (Except when it doesn’t.)
Not pictured: Ragequit when she missed the golden dog biscuit.
Nothing clever here. Just a cool photo.
Yeah. Just go with it.
Bonus video from HopLop: