You can tell she’s older. “Come on Cora, you can do it—No Cora that’s our neighbor’s yard.” Just by the way she tries to redirect her little sister. Or, by letting her little sister actually play with her brand spankin’ new baby stroller. That’s big. That’s four-year-old big.
And she’s now in the throws of preschool drama, she said bullshit. “Mom, today, she said I’m not her friend, she said I can’t play with her, she hit me with a stick, she wouldn’t listen to me…” The list is endless. And the she changes. Trying to navigate a four year through emotional social awareness is D-raining. But, that’s four-year-old big.
However, I can still get her to snuggle on my chest and watch a show. And she still needs me when she gets a boo-boo. So, she still my little girl. Thankfully. Trying to hold onto as many as these moments, because I know they are temporary.