My little girl is five!

Turning four wasn't hard for me. Four is still a little girl, a preschooler. But five has hit me hard. Five years since I became a mother! And five year olds are so different. My daughter has recently started dressing me (I admit I need help sometimes). And we have real conversations. She can express herself and share her feelings so much better than she could a year ago. I read her chapter books now, and she sits and listens for as long as I am willing to read. She has become very maternal as well. She helps keep her little brother in line (although the two of them are partners in crime, too) and has been a help to me since I broke my wrist (more on that accident in a future post). She still has her naughty moments, but all in all I am very proud of the girl she has become. I can't wait to see what changes the next year will bring.