Big S turned 5 this weekend. On the eve of the big day I sat with her as she watched television. Soon after she came to live with us I had put my arm around her and asked “Who’s my number one girl?”
“Not me” she had replied. I deflated. “Why not?” I asked.
She looked at me tolerantly and explained “Well Daddy, I’m four so I’m your number four girl”.
With her fifth birthday imminent I returned to the subject. “This is your last day as my number four girl”
She squeezed my hand “Why?”
“Because tomorrow you’ll be five”
“But can I still stay here? I don’t have to go do I?”
When I was her age I looked forward to birthdays gripped by an excited greed. It never occurred to me that she might be thinking that her birthday could be the cue for her to be moved on again.
“This your home now. You can stay here forever” She looked at me for a moment and then turned her attention back to Zingzillas.
My god, that brings tears to my eyes. x
Sad and moving comment by your daughter…tears to eyes etc
Stay forever?
Wait until she’s 25 and still living at home. Then we’ll see.
You are a brilliant dad.
Parenting is humbling in all the best of ways. My boy is now 5.5 years, and each year/day/moment just gets better!
Bless.
5 is blessed. As is your family.
I’m so glad you found each other. And they call birth a miracle. Nothing’s more miraculous that finding a soul(s) that was meant to be your daughter(s).
Yay!
Hi Redsy!
Thanks C. I’m glad too.
How are you m’poglet?
I’m good thanks Mr M – esp as am sneaking in another short holiday – off to Ibiza for a week from next Friday with some hooligan friends. Life could be a great deal worse.
Sounds like you have your hands full in the best way possible – couldn’t happen to nicer people!
so nice to see this as i am coming back into the blogosphere… lovely!
Welcome back!