Seven
OmegaDotter has turned seven.
We had a small birthday celebration–cake and presents–at home. A party is to come (when lazy mother arranges it, oy! I think it’s related to the fact that Time Is Passing Too Quickly).
The first words out of her mouth yesterday morning, when OmegaDad poked his head into her bedroom to wake her were: “I’m seven!!!”
I don’t know how it happened so quickly. They really mean it when they say “Enjoy it! Next thing you know, they’ll be off to college!” Six and seven (so far) are amazing ages, fun and silly and interesting. I’ve heard from many parents of older children that the ages six to eleven are the best, and then you get a pre-teen/teen, and everything reverts to the patterns of toddlerhood. And then, a few years later, suddenly you get your child back again, except all grown up and no longer snotty.
Seven. How did that happen?! Man!
:: OmegaMom wanders off in a daze, shaking her head… ::
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