Next week my little girl turns three! Though she started ballet and she’s going to be Cinderella this Halloween, she isn’t really a girly-girl. She loves to be rough-and-tumble like her big brother, has no fear of climbing rock walls either on our swing set out in the yard or over at the playground and for weeks now, she’s been doing her own version of Tae Kwon Do (I definitely see a Black Belt in her future!).
I’m thankful that she’s not a child who is captivated by TV. Yeah, she likes “Yo Gabba Gabba” as much as any other pre-schooler, but after watching a few minutes she usually gets antsy and moves on to do something else. One of her all-time favorite things to do is to sit down, snuggle with mommy, daddy, her nana, her aunts, her uncles, her brother, her nursery school teachers or the nanny and read books. LOTS of them!
Lately, she’s been obsessed with our Puff the Magic Dragon book. She doesn’t know how to read yet, but she knows the story and which page is which from the singing along to the Peter, Paul and Mary song. It’s very cute to watch. I love how much emphasis she puts on and the gusto behind her singing the words “OH, PUFF the Magic Dragon…”
This morning as I watched her with the book, I started to really think about the lyrics and my eyes crossed the room over to my son. When he was three he was also obsessed with the book and song. I remember we had to play it every night, sometimes three or four times before he went to bed. Sometimes he would tell me the story of Puff, making the story up as he went along looking at the pictures from the book. When we would hear the song in the car on the oldies radio station, he’d get so excited!
Then one day we only read the book and didn’t listen to the song. The next day maybe we listened to the song and didn’t read the book. Then one night, we didn’t do either…just like in the song….
A dragon lives forever but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys.
One grey night it happened, Jackie paper came no more
And puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.
My son outgrew Puff and moved on from dragons to Godzilla, from “Cars” to “Star Wars,” from mommy picking out all his clothes out to him choosing his wardrobe himself. It wasn’t all at once, it was gradual – but he stopped doing the entire “little boy” things and now is my “little man.”
I looked back at my little girl and felt a sad realizing that she’s not so little anymore either. Gosh, she’s been walking, talking and fully potty trained for so long, I sometimes struggle to remember my rosy cheeked little diapered squirmer!
The time goes by so fast, they aren’t little forever. I’m glad that Puff has found a new friend in my little girl…I hope she stays forever!
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