I have had two seven-year-olds. And I will never have one again. Tracy Morrison’s gorgeous words about this unique, complicated, effusive age made me cry (well, okay, every single This is Childhood piece has made me cry).
She giggles as she pulls away slightly and says “I’ve decided that I’ll never be too old to love you.”
I gasped when I read this in Tracy’s piece, recognizing the affectionate seven-year-old soul and also knowing the precipice of self-consciousness that lies ahead. Please read Tracy Morrison on seven. For those of you who haven’t had a seven year old yet, there is so much to look forward to. And for those of you for whom, like me, seven is in the past, I guarantee that this piece will pull on your heart.