Is there anything better than lying in the middle of your four-year-old daughter’s bedroom, watching her play, reading blogs online, and listening to Tori Amos? I can’t think of a place I’d rather be than right here, doing just that.
These past few weeks have been amazing watching Chloe grow up – literally.
First of all, she now actually has a bedroom instead of a toyroom, one that she actually sleeps in – by herself. Goodness, I thought I was going to have a heart attack that first night. I survived, and so did she. Now it’s becoming old hat to her. The transition from our bed to her own was natural. We had very little trouble, and it wasn’t anything like I’d imagined. Everyone had always told me that we’re going to have such a tough time because she’s “too attached.” In fact, it’s been the exact opposite. I think I’ve had a harder time of it than she ever did. I do think that one of the things that helped, especially considering she’s been part of a family bed for her four years of life, was talking about it so much. She knew what was going on and she was excited about it. She was ready when we took that leap and that made all the difference in the world.
Four years of having a family bed. If you would have told me five years ago that this would be me I would have laughed at you. I know that the family bed/cosleeping doesn’t have a very high marks as the right thing to do with your children. After four years I know a few things – namely, I would never take that decision back. We formed a relationship that was very strong and part of it was the family bed. The closeness Chloe shared with us gave her a confidence in us that is so strong and something that I’m so proud of. I also know this – it’s not for everyone. I also think that it differs not only by family but by person, whether that be parent or child. We couldn’t have done it if it wasn’t something that Chloe needed and wanted, or something that myself AND my husband needed and wanted.
Chloe is reading. I know. I’m just as blown away. She had been reading random words, but she’s using her ability to sounds letters out to read whole sentences now. She is having a pretty big intellectual boom right now. The only thing about reading a book she knows is that she has to stop herself from just reciting it from memory instead of actually looking at the words and reading them. However, she is enjoying reading everything, and I do mean everything. She’s reading signs outside, words on the tv, books, my computer, everything that her little eyes can see. Math is another boom she’s having right now. She’s starting addition, with one-digit numbers. She’s starting to get subtraction, but it’s not coming to her as quick as the addition. She’s getting very good at adding her numbers. What I can’t wait for is when she’s devouring whole books.
She’s enjoying school. I hope this continues. I’m a little worried about changing her school next fall as I really do love this school (the teachers and kids are all great), but I *think* I’ve found a school on the other side of town that will be decent until we move out of California.
Top on her list of priorities lately is figuring out the world around her. We have a children’s body encyclopedia that she can not get enough of; normally I let her name a part of the body and we turn to that page and talk about it. She likes to tell us what isn’t real. The other day she had asked to go to a restaurant that we couldn’t go to at the moment so my husband told her that the restaurant was sleeping – it’s worked before. Not long after she started to cry and said that a restaurant doesn’t sleep because it doesn’t have eyes. She wasn’t too happy about that lie. This morning she told me, while watching a cartoon, that birds don’t talk, and if a bird ever did talk to her it would scare her. One of the books that I love is called Children from Australia to Zimbabwe. It takes a few countries and describes what life is like for children in that country. It helps her make sense of her world and gives her a broader worldview.
I know that I used to think that she would always be my baby. No, not anymore, she is definitely my little girl now.