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The Six-Year-Old

SailingWillow is so very Six these days.  I could see it coming earlier in the year, now that I look back on it.  She seemed to pick up illnesses that no one else did--cold, fever, a mysterious tummy ache.  She's also started to become very competitive, out of nowhere, wanting to be places first or have the most.  And the collecting.  She saves all her drawings in a big tin box and numbers them.  Sure enough, all part of being six-ish.

She wants to be big and she wants to be little.  She was called a Big Girl (I can't stand that term) at her birthday and she broke down in tears about it later.  She liked something yesterday that she does not like today.  She's a skilled helper and she's too busy to be bothered.  She loves her clothes and she hates her clothes.  She does and she doesn't.  It's all part of being Six.  It's humurous, endearing and maddening.  And normal.  The normalness is almost too much at times. ;-)

I've been loving Thrift Books, still, and I picked up a copy of Your Six-Year-Old by the Gesell Institute.  It's an older copy, but I think that makes it all the more enjoyable (and $3 with free shipping!).  Child development books before this mess of electronics and excessive branding.  It's pages fly by quickly and make me nod my head and smile.  It's like those folks have a window on our home: how we all feel, how we are treated, our reactions.  It's uncanny.

Lately, I've taken to just chuckling and smiling at some of the things she does.  She is teetering between early and middle childhood, wanting to leap forth and wanting to stay back with her younger siblings.  She can seem like the youngest in the bunch, many times, and while the rest quietly look on at her protests and dramatics.  Laurel is, however, her own force to be reckoned with sometimes (has anyone ever seen a baby that willfully pushes unwanted people away from her and her mama?).  Blessedly, I'll have had plenty of practice by the time she's six.

(And more on the rocking boat later.  I'll see if the children set sail today and try to get some good pictures.)


( 6 trees — Plant a Forest )
Dec. 12th, 2014 02:31 pm (UTC)
Yes, I have had 3 babies like that. Miriam can sure make her opinions known.

Six sounds a lot like Gnarly's 5.5. One thing it is not is middle of the road, huh? Either extreme all the way. It is lovely in many ways.
Dec. 14th, 2014 04:04 pm (UTC)
I think things started shifting around 5.5. I had been feeling like Willow was bipolar (having had a friend that was) and sure enough, that's six!
Ginger Schneider
Dec. 13th, 2014 12:53 am (UTC)
Oh, bless her growing little heart. She's a very lucky little girl to have a mama who understands and gently guides her through life. I get SO frustrated at stores when I see moms yelling and pulling on their children. I just want to scream at them, "you don't know how blessed you are to HAVE THEM." Ugh. Great job, as usual. :)
Dec. 14th, 2014 04:07 pm (UTC)
It is hard to watch stuff like that, for sure, and ever-so convicting.
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Dec. 14th, 2014 04:12 pm (UTC)
Mouse-clicking skills?! Ack! (Where is the Cathy comic strip with her freaking out?) Yes, I love the lack of technology in the book. There is some mention of TV, mainly related to a child who has a tic associated with watching it. Telling, is it not?
( 6 trees — Plant a Forest )

A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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