You are perfectly 9.

And I want to press pause.

I want to let you be you for a few more years in this safe place.

Let you grow in this place and build your confidence in this place and learn what counts in this place and be the funny, silly, unapologetic you.

Insecurity, worry and doubt are words yet defined.

All that matters is flossing (the dancing kind), derpy faces, pulling your finger and making glow-in-the-dark slime, color-changing slime, sparkly slime, sticky slime, the un-sticky slime and confetti slime.

You are perfectly 9.

Stay you.