Next week Little Z will be the grand old age of 5. Five. FIVE! At the moment he’s my nearly 5 year old and I’m still enjoying the last few days of him being 4.
I’m not quite sure how all those years have flown by so quickly and I’m sure I say it every single year. I’m also sure I’ll be still saying the same thing when he’s 35, like my mum still does when we happen to meet some long lost relative that tells me the last time they saw me I had two plaits like Wednesday from the Adams family. Which is nice.
My nearly 5 year old has had quite a year. The year started with the news of a new baby that would be joining us and he went through the entire journey with us, excited at the prospect of another little one to play with, disappointed at not getting his penguin but eventually settling for a human brother sibling. He is now a mentor to Baby E, already trying to pass on all the wisdom he has acquired over the last few years. We wonder whenever Baby E will just follow him about once he gets going, or whether they’ll both just want to constantly whack each other out of annoyance that each other exists. Hopefully it’s the former. And hopefully the wisdom imparted is mostly good.
We decided we would go on our Mauritius holiday after wondering whether it would be a good idea or not. That discussion lasted about 30 seconds. It would be our last big holiday before the baby arrived, just the 3 of us. As luck would have it, Little Z would break out in full blown chicken pox as soon as we landed and we were in quarantine for the first few days with only sunshine, lovely hotel staff, the sea and a vast beach to keep us entertained. It was perfect. I know we would have been quite miserable if we’d been at home indoors so this was not a bad alternative at all. We still managed to cram in everything we wanted to do including a pit stop in Abu Dhabi visiting one of my oldest BFFs. It was the best trip ever! Until our next one.
We left preschool with a heavy heart this summer. I have probably said this before but I think keyworkers could rule the world. They are amazing and I think there’s a part of me that still misses them a bit! He’s taken school completely in his stride though and I can’t believe he is reading after one term, only simple words but still, reading! And writing, and blending, and being in love with his teachers. There are no “Santa is watching” threats in my house. It’s always “your teacher won’t be happy with that”. I feel the teeny tiniest bit guilty using that little gem quite often but it does work a treat. He has made a whole bunch of friends, and one very special one. They draw each other pictures and then exchange them. I am sometimes tempted to go through the other little boys bag to see what my son is actually creating. That would probably be frowned upon though.
There have been tantrums and a huge fresh helping of some angry hormones. Apparently this is a normal thing for 4 and 5 year olds to go through. Sometimes it’s funny and sometimes it’s more than a bit exhausting. I’ve learnt the way to get through it is to keep reminding him it’s ok to be sad and he doesn’t have to be angry. It works. Sometimes!
He’s gone from being an only child to an older brother that loves his sibling to bits. Having a new brother the same week he started school properly was probably the biggest transition in his life. Throw in not seeing his best friends (my mum and dad) most days anymore, it’s been a huge leap for him. As one of the mums in the playground observed, he’s done well with all of that chucked at him.