One More Reason 5 Year Olds Rock.

Yesterday I bought a 60lb bag of bird seed. Maymo offered to carry it to the car for me, and was a bit unhappy when I suggested he carry the small box of baking supplies instead.

As we walked to the car, he kept insisting that he “could carry it, Mom! I could! I COULD!”

So I set the bag on the ground near the car and said, “Okay, you can put it into the car!”

He grunted, shuffled, grunted more, adjusted his grip and finally said, “The bag is too slippery!”

After wiping his hands on his jeans a few times, he made another attempt. Nothing. Nada. The bag wouldn’t move and he conceded that he wasn’t strong enough to lift it by himself.

I hefted it up and into the car trunk. He looked at me with wide eyes and said, “You are SO STRONG! SO! STRONG! WOW MOM!” and kept exclaiming about my strength for the next few minutes.

Five year olds have the potential to make you feel seriously awesome about skills like “lifting more than 5 pounds” and “printing letters SO FAST!” and “making your own sandwich” and “knowing how to spell EVERYTHING!” and, well, pretty much everything else you can do.