Friday, January 4th, 2013...3:37 pm
Five Wishes For Five
Yesterday, Nora, you turned five. A whole hand of fingers. A half decade of years.
This morning you marveled at yourself, said you felt taller, told your dad and I multiple times that you were a whole year older than you were just a day before. “I’m five!” you kept repeating.
This year will be a big one. You will go to kindergarten in the fall. You’ll leave the daycare you’ve known since you were just six month old. You’ll learn so much. You’ll meet new people. Five is a big year.
Each year on your birthday, I think of all that has changed – how much can happen in one quick year. And a lot has changed this year; you’ve changed a lot this year. Instead of writing about what’s behind us, though, I want to think about what’s ahead.
Here are my five wishes for you on your fifth birthday:
May you always laugh at your own jokes, revel in your own silliness. That self-consciousness that sometimes creeps up on you when people laugh? Push it away. We’re laughing with you. You’re hilarious.
In one of our favorite books, Geraldine says, “You can be whatever you want to be. You just have to let your SPARKLE out.” And I think you know she’s right. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
In some ways you are just like me. We like “the usual,” you and I. This year, as you embark on new adventures, take your fairy wings withyou and remember to fly. Remember that sometimes the usual is good, but the new, the unexpected? It’s better. (And I’ll try to remember that too.)
From your very first cries, your very first days when you showed me quickly that you had opinions about the way things should be, you’ve been strong. That fear of the dark, of things real and imaginary, I know you can conquer that too. As you grow and learn, remember all your own strength; use your own inner light to push away the darkness.
Yesterday you placed a heart inside a puppy – building your very own stuffed animal. “I had to make a wish,” you told me later. And even though I know wishes are supposed to be secrets, I asked you what you wished for. “I wished for everyone to be happy,” you said. I couldn’t have said it better myself, Nora. I wish, most of all, for your happiness too.