You’re full of energy this evening, a bouncing jelly bean that isn’t quite ready for bed. You’re little squidgy feet race upstairs, and with the enthusiasm that only a threenager can know, you somehow rebound off the walls in the process. Oh my gawd!!! I screech as you bounce off the side of the door as you run round the corner. I hold my breath, but it’s ok, you are fine and already jumping on the bed.
Your hair is a cloud puff whirl, dancing and swirling with you. The duvets in a rumpled mess and pillows are flying as you squeal with glee. I know I should be telling you to slow down. That beds are not for jumping on, that’s why I persuaded daddy into buying a proper trampoline (which now takes up most of the garden). I should be telling you not to bounce so high… at the very least, in case you fall off. That if you don’t stop, your hair is going to be a complete tangle.
But I can’t.
I can’t bring myself to tell you these things. At least not right now, in your very last day of being a carefree threenager.
Its way past your bedtime by the time you finally start to slow. Daddy offers to read you your bedtime story for the first time in what seems like ages. I know you will say ‘no!’ that you only want mummy because I do the voices best.
This time I beat you to it.
You look up at me with a beaming smile, so delighted. Our little girl-tribe of two… no daddy’s aloud! He scratches his head. Shrugs. Then goes downstairs.
He doesn’t get it. Not in the way that I do. That this is the very last time I will read the theenager you a bedtime story as you wriggle and jiggle to try and keep awake. That these are the last goodnight, three year old you, hugs and kisses that we will share.
As you drift off to sleep, excited for what tomorrow brings. I stay watching you just that extra little bit longer… for just one last snuggle.
Goodbye my precious threenager…. Hello my 4 year old little lady.