Dear Talitha,
You are four years old. Sometimes it seems like you can’t be four yet, mainly because you are my most petite child and such a gentle little soul. But then I hear you explain an event of your day in a long, descriptive paragraph with quite a large vocabulary, and I blink and think, “She’s really four!”
You are the most tender of my children. The one I snuggle with every night. I delight in hearing your soft voice tell me the lows and highs of your day. You are the child I picture taking care of me when I am old.
You are the most likely to run off and play by yourself, and you are sensitive to the actions of your peers. When other kids are loud or obnoxious or aggressive, you withdraw a bit and later report to me how so-and-so was chasing people on the playground at school.
But you are not always shy. You and Zianne have become great playmates over the past year or so, and you interact with confidence when her older friends come over to play. You love church and Awana and your new school and generally find one or two close friends in any social setting. You are simply the most likely to want a day off every once in a while. Your dream day is a “mom day” where “all the sissies go to school” and you get to stay home with me all day. That sounds like a dream to me too, so we need to make it happen soon.
I love you, my little bean.
Mama
