Samantha will turn 5 in June. Almost every day I see her preschool self slipping away and I rarely get a glimpse of her toddler. There are times I find myself just amazed and fascinated to watch her development. There are times I want to be able to hold her and have her head fit in the crook of my neck just one more time.
There are almost no temper tantrums any more. Her whining has both been minimized and perfected. She has the annoying high frequency down pat. The way she moves has changed. She’s smoother, more deliberate, and slower. She’s very independent and can get herself almost anything she needs.
I’ve seen changes in her socially as well. She has particular friends now. She’s not just friends with everyone in her class just because they’re in her class. She tells me school gossip now. Who’s fighting, who was mean, who got a time out, who’s sick. Her world is expanding and I’m seeing that she knows not everything is about her and her wants.
The newest development is the boy/girl thing. The distinction between the genders is becoming important to her. She says girls are better. When there are teams, it’s girls vs. boys now. I can see her identifying with me. She picks out outfits that match mine, at least in color scheme. She mimics me when I clean the house. I can see her studying me as her main female role model. (This scares me, by the way, but that’s not the point of this post.)
Then there’s the thing I thought would happen much later, like eight. She likes boys. You know, like likes them. One day I asked her what she did at school and she told me she and two of her female classmates chased boys.
She’s four. She’s chasing boys. Isn’t that a grade school thing? Second, third grade maybe. Four?
We were discussing her birthday party today and I asked her which classmates she wanted to invite. She listed off six girls and then hit me with Juan Jose, J.J. He’s six, she said, with a big, goofy grin. What!?!
I tried to play it off. I asked if she wanted to invite any other boys. Nope, just Juan Jose. Again, with the goofy smile.
I believe my 4 year old has her first crush. Four. My husband is freaking out a little bit. And by a little bit, I mean a lot. And to be honest, so am I. I’m not making a big deal about it in front of her, and we will invite Juan Jose if she still wants to in June, but still, she’s four.
We have three girls. They’re cute, if I do say so myself. Boys are going to be an issue. I just thought I’d have a little bit more of a warning. More time. Five is going to be a big year.
When did your little girls start “liking” boys? Any words of advice?