But now I am Six, I’m clever as clever.
So I think I’ll be six now forever and ever.
You left this morning looking like you were about to rocket into space, your school bag full of shoe boxes. You only needed to bring in one, but if one shoe box is good, then three, surely, is better. This is the philosophy by which you live. You draw a sky with twenty suns. You cover the page in penguins when asked to draw one.
‘So many penguins!’, your teacher writes.
‘So many suns!’
You draw everyone with curly hair. Little curly queens and servants, curly farmers, astronauts with curls escaping from their helmets . You draw everyone with curly hair, apart from your sister. You draw her by your side, more often than not.
You talk with your eyes and your eyebrows. You talk with your finger wagging and your hand on your hip. You skip and hum when you are happy, which is to say, when you are filled with purpose.
Your favourite number is always your age. You were cross all Autumn because I had bought you age 6-7 tights when you were Still Only Five! You raged at their bad fit, their lumpy toes. Until you turned Six. They were never mentioned again.
“Just six spoonfuls of the disgusting red stuff Mummy”, you instruct. Bolognes is not your favourite, but you will eat your age.
Your favourite meals are all Japanese – Oyako Donbori, Teriyaki, Curry. You keep a watchful eye on the soy sauce running out.
You upcycle everything you can get your hands on. Sometimes we know what you are up to – the relentless sound of the sellotape dispenser. Sometimes googly eyes mysteriously appear on things… pom-poms, washi tape, string. Your natural habitat is the collage. We try to sneak things out to the recycling bin before you nab them for your art trolley.
I heard someone on a podcast talking about how many books were on their ‘To Be Read’ list, how they had piles of books in every room of their house, even their bathroom. “It’s the best problem to have”, they said.
I do not know what to do with all your sculptures and projects, this creativity that takes over the house. I do not feel equal to the internal motor that is always driving you, with all of the ways you are clever as clever, with so many suns.
It’s the best problem to have.