My favorite tiny person in the world is named Taylor. Taylorbug, as she's known to her family, has been a joy ever since she was delivered by my stepdaughter in March of 2006. Although I'm not biologically related to her, we have had a strong connection since those first few nights when I walked the floor with her so her parents could get some sleep. As she grew, it was apparent that she would be a mild tempered child, very easy-going and loving, and just entertaining to be around. At her first birthday party, she sat in the floor (she had not taken an interest in walking at the time) and looked around the room at other children like what are you doing? why are you loud? why are you running around? Taylor preferred always to sit quietly, take it all in, and watch the world around her...just happen.
Taylor's two now, and now, she is what's happening. Rarely still for long, she loves to play pretend - she'll take your order just like a trained waitress, she'll shop and use her imaginary debit card, and she'll march in a room and announce, "I have to check my email!"
Actually, Taylor's almost 2 1/2...which means one thing. She's about to start preschool. Her parents have prepared her for this new adventure in her life; basically they've been talking about it for several months. Back last Christmas, someone could ask, "Taylor, when are you going to big girl school?" She would politely answer, "In August." She would talk about how excited she was to go to school like her neighbor Haley. She would chatter about making new friends. I bought her a little tshirt that says, "What happens in preschool stays in preschool," and she was excited to wear it.
But last week, the wind changed direction a little bit. "Taylorbug," I said. "Are you ready for big girl school?"
"No," she answered. "I not going."
"Yes, you are," I said. "It's August. Time to go to school."
"No, I not going now," she answered. "I go in a little bit."
Since it seems that Taylor is now feeling some reservations about becoming a student, her mom has been pumping her up. One of her first ideas was to tell Taylor her new teacher's name - Nicole. That should be easy. Taylor has an Aunt Nicole. She calls her "NicNac."
Erin says, "Taylor, your new teacher's name is Miss Nicole." Taylor replies "NicNac!"
Hmmm. Erin tries again. "You can call her Miss Utley." Taylor responds, "Miss Ugly."
Nevertheless, my favorite little person will start her school life two weeks from today. She will never be the same. And neither will we.
Please take care of Taylorbug, Miss NicNac Ugly.
Nana's little girl is growing up...