My baby girls, who will always be my baby girls, were born on May first. We celebrated their fifth birthday last Friday. I now have five year olds daughters.
And I cried the night before their birthday.
I sobbed in my husband's arms. I cried asking him to pray together for them. The more I thought about it, the more tears that streamed down my cheeks wetting the pillow. I may have cried myself to sleep the night before ...
But by morning, the tears dried up, and it was all celebrations! A joyous day full of smiles and laughter. We are so blessed to treasure and nurture and develop independence with these gifts from God. There was nothing else to do but celebrate all day long!
However, after I picked up the girls from school that morning, P. told me that when they were playing outside, she cried by the swings.
"Why? What happened?" I inquired.
"I just want to stay four. I only want to be four years old," P. responded.
Then later in the afternoon, she saw the balloons and presents. More smiles and laughter. I think she accepted her fate of turning five years old. Now she was okay with it.
And today, we celebrate five years and four days.
"Wait. Will I be six tomorrow?" M. asked.
I smiled and responded, "Oh no. We are not rushing it! Let's enjoy being FIVE for now." And I took a deep breath to remember this moment of being five.