Now we are six

To my favorite girl,

Two nights ago I told you, “Tomorrow is your very last day in your whole life to be five years old!” A smile slid across your face at the thought. I know it’s because you were thinking of your birthday, and all the accompanying treats and presents and attention. But I like to think you realized too what’s so special about this time, this moment of passing from one year to the next.

I’m so proud of how much you’ve grown and learned this year. You can ride a bike and cross the monkey bars and swing a hula hoop. You can read and write and add and subtract. You love science and nature. You can even pull a tractor and direct movies!

I’m proud of the subtler things too. Just the other day when a boy I know you think is a little weird said “hello” to you on the playground, you responded politely and with a smile. You share your toys and books with your brother without complaint. You’ve suddenly grown aware of, and fond of, our dog (even though you’re already making plans for the next pet we’ll get “when she dies”–a bunny or a bichon frise).

It would take another year to sum up all the wonderful things about you and by then there will be so many more.

Happy birthday, clever girl.

The End (from the collection Now We Are Six) by A.A. Milne

When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five,
I was just alive.
But now I am Six,
I’m as clever as clever,
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.