At 0 – 12 months, we were overwhelmed and frankly too busy adjusting to life with a new born and learning to be a parent. It was a seemingly long and tedious process which required many sleepless nights and the skills to manage bodily discharge which was coming from every opening.
By one, we started to get the hang of things but quickly faced with new challenges: the mobile and taste-testing stage. Their ability to move and the constant need to put everything in their mouth did not put us at ease. We worry and fear of health hazards while trying to provide a safe environment.
And then there’s the terrible two. This was the rebellious stage where “No” seemed like the only word in their vocabulary. Temper tantrums and mood swings were also part of their development at this delicate age.
As three came around, we struggled with clinginess and separation anxiety. They were becoming little big boys with the transition from diaper to underwear, moving into their own room and starting preschool.
Finally, at four years old everything made more sense as they evolve into independent little people. They’re affectionate but not needy, they digest food without throwing it back up, they’re fully potty trained, and they speak in full sentences. They don’t require our attention as much which gives us time to actually enjoy them.
At five, they are a know-it-all (in our case any way). What was once fun wasn’t anymore, they don’t find silly sounds funny, they no longer want to sleep with you, they’re too big to carry in your arms, and they choose Teletoon over Treehouse! Already they are becoming too mature. So, I find myself missing that four years old person.
For these obvious reasons, my favourite age is four. What’s yours?