I figured out why Zacharie is my favorite child. He’s 5.
I was reading a post by Black Hockey Jesus lamenting the loss of his 8 year old girl (she’s about to turn 9) and he mentioned that 5 is truly the best age ever for kids.
These are my last few days of having an 8-year-old daughter and I will miss her. Missing people is usually reserved for those who have moved away or died, but I tend also to miss the past manifestations of the people I love. I miss my baby girl. I miss the toddler. I especially miss the spunky 5-year-old (5-year-old kids are maybe the best kids of all time), and I will miss my 8-year-old too. But she hasn’t gone anywhere, you might argue. She’ll still be her when she’s 9. It’s the same person. But no it isn’t. None of us are ever the same. Not now. Or now. Not even now.
So how could my 5 year old son not be my favorite? I’ve been thinking about that comment, about 5 year olds and how this era of my son’s life that I’m experiencing now could possibly be the greatest few months of all time.
Zacharie looks so grown up (well as grown up as a 5 yr old can look), and yet he’s still so silly and young. Scientifically, kids stop being cute when they’re 4ish, but even at five years old, Zacharie still has that infectious, eager, enthusiastic, invincible laugh that just makes you want to devour him.
Here are some of the reasons why I think 5 is the best age ever:
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