Lydia shook her head, “No. I don’t like this song.”

I turned the volume down and adjusted my mirror to face her in the backseat. “Why not?”

She tilted her head and considered for a moment, then said, “It’s about growing up. And I don’t want to grow up.”

I turned the song all the way off this time, “Why do you not want to grow up?”

“Because I like to climb things.” She pointed at the ceiling of the car. “I like wanting something that is up high and having to make a ladder or something that I can climb on to get to it. When I’m older it will just…” she shrugged, “be there. I’ll just walk into the room and reach out and grab it. I won’t climb anything anymore. You and Mom never climb anything.”

It’s true. I had to agree. “Lydia, I hope you never stop climbing. Never be content with what is easy and on your same level. Keep building ladders and climbing walls, even if you fall off and break everything every time you try. Growing up isn’t so bad as long as you keep doing it.”

She smiled and I turned the song back on.