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Today’s random prompt is “What would you say to your five-year-old self?”

At five, I was in kindergarten. I don’t remember much other than having my own little rug to use for our daily naps. I remember my paternal grandmother always making my birthday cake. Once she found out I didn’t like traditional frosting but loved her marshmallow fluff icing, she used that on all my cakes. I remember having a baby brother and my mother was expecting my other brother. I remember staying at my maternal grandparent’s house when she went into the hospital to give birth.

But what would I tell my five year old self?

Stop worrying about everything, it will all be okay. Nothing has to always be perfect. Slow down and savor the little things, even at age five.

Oh, and little brothers will be a pain in your side until all three of you are grown. Then you become friends.


 

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9 thoughts on “Prompted Monday – What would I tell my five year old self?”

    1. So many friends had older brothers and I thought it was cool when I was young. Now it feels strange to be the oldest living person in my family (and I have been for several years).

      1. The oldest and the two youngest are still alive in my family. Unfortunately I lost an older sister and brother. It feels strange that I’m now older than my brother was when he died at 55. He was six years older than me.

        1. So hard to lose family. I have already outlived the ages of both my parents. I have one younger brother that should have died several times (major heart attacks & auto accidents) but he’s still here.

          1. It will be a challenge to outlive my mother but one I’m aiming for. She was 99 when she passed. Because I had older parents, they were 42 when I was born, I always thought of old as 10 years older than she was. I have quite a bit more life to live to get to 109!

          2. Wow! 99 – mine was 62 and my father was 73. My paternal grandmother made it to her 90s though.

  2. That’s something I would tell my 5-year old self, too! Also, I would tell her to not be so anxious and that dad isn’t as scary as you think! 🙂

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