Are you really FIVE years old?
The night you were induced, we were blaring Weezer through out the house. Daddy was cleaning it like crazy and I was showering and curling my hair. Ha! I don't know why I wasted time on my hair. The sweat of labor foiled my beautification attempt.
Well, turns out kiddo, induction wasn't working with you. Figures. It wasn't exactly your timing. Twenty odd some hours later, I wasn't dilated and you were still the farthest point away from the exit. It took a scalpel to get you here. If it were not for your IUGR "diagnosis" I totally would have waited for your go ahead. Nothing much has changed.
If you don't want to do something your heels are dug and they are not budging. However, if your mind is made up, there is no stopping you and you're totally "cool with it".
I imagine your mind to be bolted shut with a complicated combination lock. Experiences, stories told, music heard, tv shows watched, people interacted with, adventures that were had, all have an assigned number which remains unknown. Rotating the sequence in the correct order: turn left, then right, past 0 three times..... but who knows.... then suddenly Click! a part of your mind is thrown wide open and you swim, climb higher in the tree, pump your legs on the swing, read words and so on. Life is furiously working at trying to unlock the mysterious of you. Some compartments are easier to get into than others. I have witnessed some of the most rarest treasure spill out when a lock has been broken. I never know when it will happen, but I'm so glad I get to be around when it does.