|Making funny faces: a six-year old thing!|
But no! Six (and a half, to be precise) is still a child. Still very childish at times. It's not because she's learning to read and write and do 'rithmetic that she's all of a sudden wildly mature. We can reason with her on some things, and others, not even close.
Take bath time. She knows she has to take a bath or sponge bath or shower every day. This doesn't stop her from protesting nine times out of ten. The other night she was truly sobbing with me trying to explain that at the beginning of the bath she doesn't like it, and at the end she doesn't want to get out. The trials and tribulations of grade school children are really just awful.
So here is a list of things that my six-year old does and says that seem to be hallmarks of this age. Let's get it down for historical purposes. As in, I can torture her when she has her own funny first-grader at home.
Things we fight about
It is getting better. But there are still things that provoke mini-fits. Here's a quick list:
- that we didn't have enough time to play that day
- that she doesn't have a unicorn toy
- that I won't sleep all night in her bed ("I'm all alone in my room and you have papa!")
- when and how many episodes of Arthur we can watch on youtube. We discovered this PBS cartoon by chance one day and now she's addicted. It's good for her English and the stories always have a good message.
- going to her kids' Zumba class. She always likes it once she's there, but sometimes she gives me trouble about it beforehand.
- any toy that she wants and that I'm not buying her. Her new favorite mantra is "It's the last thing I'll ask you for."
Things she plays
This girl loves being an animal. She has both cheetah and lion costumes, plus a faux fur vest that we call the wolf vest. Imaginary games where she is a captured animal and I am her owner are the big thing now. Besides that there are the classics like Lego, Playmobil, her dolls, and toy cars.
|It's a jungle out there.|
|Just 1/100th of all her toys.|
It's amazing how once she started first grade she came home with little bits and baubles in her pockets. First it was marbles, apparently a hot game at recess. Within a week she knew how to play and was bringing new marbles home every day. Then there is the elastic bracelet craze, all those Kinder surprise toys, pictures of Disney princesses, or beads she found on the floor. I think we need a huge printer's box to store all these mini-things.
Things she's whining about
More than toddler tantrums, the six-year old knows that her greatest weapon is the "whine". Parents will do just about anything to stop that noise. Her major triggers are varied but all equally important to her. This list includes but is not limited to:
- I don't have a loose tooth.
- Your birthday is before mine.
- I'm not seven!
- I didn't see the cuckoo come out of the clock.
- Papa ate some of my Valentine's chocolate.
Things she says
I honestly have to write these down more often, because there are some zingers. This is just a sampling.
- When I'm combing her hair (at her request), "Super cool. So relaxin'!".
- "I have to keep my hands out of the blanket to read my book. It's not cozy!"
- "Don't sleep with papa, he has microbes."
- When I explain that my last name used to be different and now I have papa's, "What's your next last name going to be?"
- "I love MamieLin (her grandma and my mom) because she has pretty hair and she draws so well, especially rats." "You mean mice?" "Yeah, mice."
- I say I love you in the car just because. "I love you, too," she replies. Then after a beat, she asks "Why did you say that?"
- I tell her she's acting like a teenager. "I'm not a teenager," she says right away. Then later, "What's a teenager?"
But what I love about this age is that she is becoming so much more aware of the world. We can have real conversations about life and even death and she can amaze us with her wisdom. And mostly, I'm still glad my little girl is still little. She still loves hugs and bedtime stories and surprises us with her sweetness.
One day I forgot to hug her when I dropped her off at daycare during the vacation period. I felt bad about it all day. I told her about it in the evening and she reached her arms out to hug me at the dinner table. The next day I noticed she was standing solidly next to the sign-in table as I was about to leave to remind me to hug her. She didn't want me to forget this time!
And I hope I won't forget what a joy six can be, despite some little frustrations that go with the territory.