I was a couple of weeks behind on grading Brynna’s schoolwork. I settled myself on the couch and I was determined that this would be the day that I would get completely caught up with my grading. As soon as I opened the first book I became distracted. I was totally mesmerized by what was happening. This was a moment in time that I wasn’t sure I would ever see. I put my pen down because this moment deserved my full attention.
Hope was sitting on the area rug playing with her dinosaurs. She was pretending she was Poppa. Then she would switch and pretend that she was Arlo. Poppa gave Arlo a rousing speech on what he should and shouldn’t do. Arlo was grateful for Poppa’s advice and he said “Thank you, Poppa. I love you.” And then Poppa said “I love you too, Arlo.”
Pretend play. It comes naturally to a lot of kids. Our older girls had no problem with pretend play. Taylor and Brynna were mommies to a lot of dolls throughout the years. Tea parties were a frequent social function that we attended in our living room. Taylor dressed up as Tigger and bounced to the back door every day when her Daddy came home. He had to remember to call her Tigger and not Taylor or he got in trouble. Brynna enjoyed dressing up in a ladybug costume and playing with her Dora the Explorer castle. Brynna, Dora, a unicorn, and a dragon had a lot of adventures together. I’ll never forget the day that we were playing in the backyard and Taylor told me that she used to live in a puddle when she was a duck. You used to be a duck? Yep. Pretend play. It’s a beautiful thing.
Pretend play doesn’t come naturally to all kids. Mikayla and Hope have never had the desire to play with a doll. We’ve had a few tea parties but they lasted about 3 minutes. Dress up has never been fun because of their sensory issues. It’s hard to have fun when the itching is driving you crazy. Why can’t they be like their older sisters? Why can’t we have fun pretending? I used to force pretend play on them. They didn’t like it. So I gave up. Now that they’re 11 years old pretend play is finally happening at our house.
The girls bought a SpongeBob play set with some of their Christmas money. I was walking through the living room when Mikayla yelled.
You’re going to jail.
What? Is she talking to me? What did I do to deserve going to jail? Guess I better find out. So I asked her Who’s going to jail?
Charlie. He’s going to jail.
Charlie is the criminal who came with the SpongeBob play set. Mikayla looked at him and she named him Charlie. He does kind of look like a Charlie.
Why is Charlie going to jail?
He stole somefun
That should be “something” for those of you who don’t speak Mikayla.
So Spongebob dragged Charlie off to jail. Not sure how many years he’ll get. I guess we need to schedule a court date and start the trial.
Progress never comes as quickly as I would like it to come. And when it comes it rarely looks like I thought it would look. I never thought that pretend play would be sparked at our house by a policeman named SpongeBob and a criminal named Charlie. Or that it would come when they were 11 years. Perhaps one of the biggest lessons I’ve learned from Mikayla and Hope is that faster isn’t necessarily better. When progress is slow I’ve learned so much along the way. I’ve learned to appreciate the uniqueness of each of our girls. I’ve learned to love them because of who they are and not because of what they do. I’ve learned to breathe in and take time to appreciate the little steps they’ve taken along the way. I’ve learned that pretend play is a gift that can be unwrapped at any age. When dinosaurs start talking I listen, smile, and wipe a tear from my eye. And I thank God for creating a special moment in time. A moment that I wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t had to wait for it.