Charlize

Have you ever lost an argument, to a five year old.
I don’t remember a warning of this, in the parent manual.

Has anyone as young as this, ever blown your mind.
Like telling you exactly like it is, then waiting while your brain
Catches up to your surprise.

One of the newest little pieces of my heart, is this five year old little
Wonderful child.
Every bit as talented as the other five, at smoothing the jagged edges of a puzzle,
That was once my life.

Now as smart as I may think I am. This child offers challenges, no adult ever has.
Seeing the world as it is, as she needs it to be. I am an amusement to her, when my hair is down, she calls me her hippie.

A vulnerable side, as with any child. A thunderstorm on the horizon, jumps into my bed,
And sleeps through the night.

Now a question, to those who know what I mean, how can she watch a hundred times in one week, the same DVD.
So creative is she, makes us the characters she sees, but so funny the way it goes. I am the penguin, grandma the monkey on the boat, and grandpa the Madagascar Hippo.

I don’t believe she could ever get lost, a trail of toys, leading to her favorite spots. And on natures call in the middle of the night, a lone well placed toy, on which to stub my toe.

The only real retribution I get, is an occasional tickle, of an exposed armpit. Wiggle and squirm within my grasp, until she falls to the floor, and uncontrollably laughs.
Victory is mine, short lived as it is, still I feel good inside. When she laughs, when she cries, when she wants me to hug her tight, there is no doubt, she has added years to my life.

Another empty shampoo bottle, she wanted bubbles in her bath, I laid out the ugly pajamas for her again, I will incur her wrath.

She will try to escape the bathroom in only what god intended I bet, and avoid my grasp, she is slippery when wet.

Then I will have to bribe her with some delicious treat, to put the drawers on her butt, and the socks on her feet.

She changes the subject many times, when its time for bed, on goes that DVD, while she lays down her head.
She is changing, and growing fast. But for many years to come I hope, her dependence on me will last.

I do not raise her alone you see, I am just a part of her world. And I do not have her every night, but she is still in my dreams, no matter where she sleeps.

She may be a normal five year old to you, to me she is unique, the next time she runs to me, throws her arms around me, and says she loves me, then again she will ask to watch the DVD.  that’s an argument to which I happily concede.
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