My girls are lovely, loving people. They are curious and compassionate. They are everything five year old girls can be, including growing up far too fast for their mother’s taste.
They are going to their first big kid birthday party this weekend. My BFF lives in Massachusetts, and we get down there to see her as much as our mutual schedules allow, ut it is never a frequently as any of us would like. Her twins are turning six, and my girls are going to the party, a screening of some Scooby Doo movie.
The girls have been counting down the days. I’ve ordered presents from Amazon, and we’ll wrap them at my parents’ tomorrow, but the girls have been writing plays, and making art from recycled objects, and the stack of cards they’ve made is impressive, each one covered in hearts and rainbows in crayola profusion.
I’ve told them that there won’t be time to perform; we and twenty other kids are meeting the twins at the theatre. I’ve told them that we have ordered other presents for them, but Beara has an entire backpack full of the creations she’s made. I think they understand that their play is going to have to wait, and I’m sure that the twins will graciously (if somewhat confusedly) accept the proffered cards and craft projects, but I find myself torn. I cherish the loving, creative offerings my kids make, but I know that at some point they are going to be around more worldly, less forgiving children. I wonder how such children will perceive and treat my sweet girls, and how they’ll handle the experience…