*Massive thanks to our friends at Hallmark for partnering with us on this post. Our collection of Hallmark Keepsake ornaments are some of our most favorite holiday decorations, and we love that Mayhem has her own growing Keepsake collection starting with the year she was born! Be sure to visit keepsakeit.com to check out more heartwarming and hilarious holiday goodness from our friends at Hallmark.*
I try to remember what sorts of things I enjoyed when I was five going on six, and I can’t quite remember anything that I would get lost in.
There isn’t a day that goes by though, that I don’t (at some point) find Mayhem completely immersed in coloring or drawing. Drawings of our family, drawings of Moxie, drawings of friends. Drawings of places we’ve been, and places in her head. Drawings of her favorite stuffed animals and toys, and drawings of anything new that catches her eye. Most recently, her new Holiday Barbie Keepsake ornament from Hallmark provided the inspiration.
Last week she informed me that she’s no longer into using crayons. She prefers markers and colored pencils because crayons are harder to control where the color is going. She added, “And markers and colored pencils make my pictures look older and I am almost six, you know.”
She’s growing up and I’ve yet to find the pause button. She tells me with all sincerity that she doesn’t need my help anymore. Sometimes it’s true, and sometimes she’s testing her independence (and my patience).
Sometimes it breaks my heart a little and other times I’m internally high-fiving myself. And I’m beginning to believe that this is all of parenthood; simultaneously feeling immense pride at new accomplishments while choking back the tears of seeing that your baby is no longer a baby.
I sit back observing and waiting patiently, wondering if she’ll ask for my help with this one. Secretly, I REALLY want to be a part of this one with her.
I know she wants the bottom to have pleats, and I know pleats still tend to frustrate her most. She can absolutely construct them on her own, but she tends to get upset when they don’t turn out as neat and tidy as she likes. I feel a slight pang of disappointment in myself as in my head I’m yelling “Mess up the pleats! Mess them up! You need me for this! Pleeeeease! Just this once!”
She stops only briefly enough to look up and ask (in a very annoyed tone), “Can you stop taking pictures for a minute and help me with the pleats?”
Yes! In my head I’m fist pumping and raising the roof and all the other super uncool things that provide an indication of exactly how OLD I am.
I help her maneuver the trickiness of the wrapping paper and then she asks if I can also help with the “overskirt”, because …
“There’s LOTS more pleats, Mom!”
After finishing up, I’m allowed to take a few photographs but she insists I make sure the lighting is good. She’s almost six, you know.
She tells me she knows where to stand and she has some ideas for posing….
I know she won’t always need my help, but for now, I’m going to encourage as many outfits with pleats as possible.
Because I’m selfish like that. And because ….