I remember being thrilled when my oldest grew out of Barney videos. Now, I find myself trying to convince my three-year-old that a big purple dinosaur is cool and shouldn’t be traded for an obnoxious talking sponge wearing shorts! With my first, I couldn’t wait for the various milestones to be reached. However, with my youngest, I cried at the first steps, the first tooth, the first birthday and the first day of preschool. I know how quickly it goes and I relish each time he giggles when I tickle his toes with “This Little Piggy” or crawl up his tummy with “Itsy Bitsy Spider”.

I feel like I am clinging to this time, desparate for a few more years of Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. Sure, there are times I wish I could escape for a few days and not worry about carpool or book reports. However, for the most part, I am aware that the magic of childhood is fleeting and that the realities of the world will soon interfere. Until that time, I pray that I can turn off the computer and leave the dishes in the sink for another round of Play-Doh, and of course, another episode of Barney.

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