3am. I tip-toe into the nursery carrying a poopy baby, careful to not open my eyes too much as it will be easier to fall back asleep if I don't let too much light into my brain. Then I see it. A glint out the window and suddenly I'm wide awake with excitement, my heart is beating fast and I feel like I'm 8. IT'S SNOWING! Well sleep is now off the table. I can't wait! I can't wait for morning so I can ask you "do you want to build a snowman?". I can't wait for you to see the snow. I can't wait for you to feel the cold and play in the snow for the FIRST TIME! Man you didn't disappoint. You ran right out and turned your face to the sky trying to catch snowflakes on your tongue. You threw yourself to the ground and started rolling in the snow, squeeling with delight. You're anything but timid. I don't even know how you knew what to do with the snow but you were like a seasoned pro. You made and threw snowballs, flopped down and made a snow angel and even a snow man with eyes of a rock and old bolt and a baby carrot nose you of course took a bite of before shoving it in his face. You named him Olaf (imagine my surprise). It was just a dusting of snow, it didn't even last the whole day but I'll never forget the laughter, the "Mom, come play with me!" or how I had to had to bribe you with hot chocolate and extra whipped cream to get you to come inside. You were so wet and freezing but you didn't care. That evening I worried you'd be upset when you saw all that was left of Olaf was a puddle with a rock, bolt and carrot thankfully you were too tired to notice.
It seems like everything these days takes a reward, or treat (without shiny words: a bribe). Pick up your toys, eat your food, put on your underwear, take a nap....lets be honest I love to see your eyes light up when you finally earn that sticker or measly mini marshmallow. Today's *incentive*: go to the pony ride AND they might even have ice cream!!! Now for the love of all that is holy please take your nap!
You woke in a panic thinking you'd been duped, "MOM!! THE PONY RIDE!!" "Don't worry we didn't forget, lets get dressed and go." Cue the sparkle. As I quickly pull the dress over your head you look up to the ceiling with your index finger on your chin eyes still sparkling. I give you a funny look and you say, "I'm just thinking about which pony I'm going to choose." Man I wish I was three.
As I cracked your door open this morning at 8am you slowly opened you eyes and whined, "MOOOOOMMMM, what are you doing waking me up?" then rolled over and pulled the blanket over your head. I walked up to the bed and pulled the covers down I sing cheerily, "It's time to get up for school!" You replied bluntly, "You're annoying me." I get it, you are afterall my daughter and if there's anything you got from me its your non-morningness...trust me I get that 8am is an ungodly time to wake up.
I've been waiting for this day, but now it's here too soon. You are so excited and beyond ready, I'm so excited for you but also a little sad. I was the weepy mom at drop-off but that's ok you're my baby (I mean big girl because you did just turn 3) and this is the start of something new, something that can't be stopped. You turned and gave me a big hug before running into your classroom, I think you knew I needed it and for that I am grateful. I know I should be using this coveted time to do something productive like laundry or solo grocery shopping but instead I'm here being mopey...soon enough this will be the norm and I will rush to get those all-important things done while you're at school but for now...I just anxiously wait to pick you up while simultaneously fighting the urge to write things like, "On the day you were born...." and "Watch out world here she comes!"
This morning I asked you what you thought you were going to do at school and you said reaching high over your head, "I'm going to build a tower ALL THE WAY to the moon! I'm going to ask my friends to help me!" Maybe you're a philosophical genius or maybe you just really like blocks but I think maybe theres a little bit we can all take away from that. And just like that my sleepy-eyed little bedhead is a preschooler. I love you baby girl, knock 'em dead! Just to be clear I mean that figuratively, please don't kill or seriously injure anyone.