The (so far) youngest member of the family is growing fast. Too fast. Apart from the fact that she has recently lost her 6th tooth and can now read and write (a limited number of words and only in Maltese for now but it still is amazing to behold), she has already started questioning some principles which I would have never dreamt of questioning at her tender age. First off, she’s starting to lose her conviction that I am omniscient and invincible. In her opinion, I don’t know the alphabet (I misplaced the e and wrote it between the i and ie). She also contradicts me on the one matter I feel I really know. Writing. How do you explain to a 5 year old that her mother does know how to write correct Maltese and English and actually corrects other people’s writing and sometimes writes for a living (more on that later)? For her I am the person who gives her cuddles and comforts her when she’s hurt, feeds and dresses her and generally bosses her around. That seems to be all. She doesn’t believe it is possible for that same person to know more than her teacher. I guess I’ll have to wait till she is a mother herself and then we’ll be able to compare notes.
Another thing she is starting to doubt is whether Father Christmas really exists. The reasons why she is doubting are very logical. She is trying to understand how it is that reindeer don’t normally fly but his do. She also doesn’t understand how he can know whether she’s been good or bad. He does live in the North Pole after all. I tried to explain that the reason for all this is magic. I always believed in magic and it never even occurred to me to doubt whether magic was possible. I still believe in magic to this day! On the one hand I was impressed by her intelligence (I blamed it on a higher IQ because it makes me feel better) and on the other it saddened me to think of how different we are. I always lived in a parallel universe in my head. I still refuse to become (totally) jaded and stop believing. She is 5 and is already questioning what to me was fact and it isn’t even because of some stupid cartoon channel she watched because she’s only allowed to watch a couple which are aimed at pre-schoolers.
All is not lost, however. The other day, when we wrote the letter to Father Christmas, we added the Lotta doll she has been pining after for the past few months. I had friends abroad looking for this blessed doll because it was impossible to have it shipped to our island. She told me to make sure to tell my friends to stop looking for her because now she was sure she would get her from Father Christmas. Now that’s my girl!
PS – I must publicly thank Josepha of Cup of Crazy Anyone? for bringing Lotta over from the UK. She’s worthy of a Santa’s Little Helper badge!