Did you have imaginary friends growing up?
I wanted to, but I was far too practical and steeped in realism to have one of those. I did try it out for a while because a few friends of mine seemed to get a lot out of their imaginary relationships. I didn’t get much out of mine. Talking to air just didn’t cut it for me.
I spent a lot of my childhood changing up my room and redecorating often. I once brought the outdoors in. Literally. I picked grass and put it in last year’s Easter basket. I hauled I don’t know how many rocks into my room to make a gravel pathway from the door to the bed. I sprinkled grass all over my room. I don’t know how I got away with it. It kept me occupied, so maybe it was some alone time for my mom.
My daughter has a plethora of imaginary friends. I can’t keep track of them all. And she has names for each of them. My son has an imaginary friend or rather an invisible friend (he insists he is invisible. Ben also has invisible arms and legs but that is an entirely different story) named True. It could be Troo. But, I’m going to go with True.
Watching my kids play doesn’t make me think of how I neglect my own imagination or how I want to recapture my youth. I don’t need an imaginary friend to play with and I would rather put art on the wall than grass clippings on the floor. I’m just enjoying seeing the world through eyes that aren’t my own and witnessing a fresh take on life. And I am almost always guaranteed a laugh.
Yes, I am now officially on the Christmas bandwagon. I have succumbed to it, mean shoppers, lists, and all. We decorated the house yesterday, put the lights up, and spent the evening watching Elf and eating popcorn. I know this movie has been out for a few years now, but I still love it. It’s silly and sweet and I like kicking off the season with it. “Not now Arctic Puffin” and “You sit on a throne of lies” still make me laugh. As soon as Elf comes out Christmas is in.