My darling girl… my almost 4 year old. What a joy it is to be your mama. I get a front row seat to the sweet, hilarious, fierce, thoughtful, creative wonder that is YOU. Spring has brought on a new, more mature phase for you… morning goodbyes at school are easier, you’re taking on new responsibilities, and you’ve become so observant and curious about the world and people around you. We even have a special time before bed dedicated to you asking me whatever questions you want. Which always leads to more questions, and more questions after that. I think you’d stay up all night asking me questions if you could.
Your obsession with all things princess continues to intensify, and I’m slowly coming around to being okay with it. I always try to remind you that what makes the princesses we learn about most special is how kind, brave, and caring they are – not how pretty they are or how fancy their outfits may be. I don’t know how much of that is sticking, but a mama’s gotta try.
More than anything, what’s best about this phase is how incredibly sweet you are with your brother and what an awesome big sister you’re becoming. You’ve always been a great big sister, but now that Jonah is bigger and you can really play together it’s clear what an important role you’re going to play in each other’s lives. You are so quick to show him things, share your food and toys, and comfort him when he’s sad. He’s still learning and not always the best at reciprocating your desire to share, but you’re pretty understanding.
Nearly every night at bedtime, you say goodnight to Jonah by singing a song you learned from Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood. You just randomly started singing it to him a few months ago and we had no idea that you even knew the words, but it was pretty much the sweetest thing we’d ever heard. It goes:
“The moment I first held you, you seemed to me / The most wonderful gift to our family / Goodnight, sleep tight / Dream dreams as sweet as you”
He’ll learn to love it.
We love you so much, my sweet girl, and are always so proud to be your parents.
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