Monday, April 25, 2011

"Four" won't last forever

No, this is not a reference to the number of children we are having.

(Yes. I had to go back to
Christmas to get a photo of my kids.)
I need to log something in my brain and in my blog. I need to see it in writing. When I am about to lose my mind with the whining and tears that a four-year-old produces, and when I dream of perhaps putting said four-year-old in some sort of magical all-day preschool next year, I need to remember that Five-Year-Old-Glover-Boys are a HUGE reward. (Most five-year-olds are, by the way.)

They are sweet. They are helpful. They are capable.

You are going to make it, Mom. You are seven months away from the blissful Year of Five. I know it is tempting, but don't start collecting preschool applications. You have one more year with your lion before the days of him being home full time are *poofed* away. Make that final year count and enjoy the blessing!

(And if you are wondering, I have nothing against preschool. It works for lots of families. Maybe even mine someday.)