Growing Up

Part of Perfect Moment Mondays…

There is nothing more enchanting than the preschool version of a sleepover. This past Saturday, my baby had her first.

We made Pigs in a Blanket and had animal crackers with chocolate milk in sippy cups. The girls played Hide and Seek while I tried to contain my giggles as Reagan hid in the same spot, time after time. Even though there was just the two of them, Duck, Duck, Goose was attempted. I was in awe of the almost, adult-like conversations as they played, my mind flashing forward 12 years to gaggles of girls in pajamas, chit-chatting while painting each other’s toenails. But, for now, there was coloring books and baby dolls and tea and dress-up until it was time for pull-ups and pajamas.

Three books and lots of hugs and kisses later, the lights were out by 9:30 p.m. For a solid ten minutes it was quiet as church. Could this be? Would it really end like this? As quickly as I thought it, the silence was broken. Giggling, teasing, screeching… what a joyous sound. I wondered how long it would be now before Mr. Sandman would crash the party?

By 11:30 p.m., the giggling had turned to bickering and the joy to tears. I went in to find two, bleary-eyed, cranky, little girls in desperate need of their beauty sleep. Reagan hid beneath her teddy bear as her BFF recounted how she had been mistreated: being called by another girl’s name. I promised them everything would be better in the morning; they just needed some sleep. They’d be friends again when they woke up. We’d have pancakes and play more games… “shhhhhhhhhh… go to sleep, now,” I whispered as I stroked their cheeks and their eyelids began to droop.

Bright and early the next morning, it was as if tears had never fallen. All was right with the world.

Today, Danny took Reagan to swim lessons where a new boy in the class bullied Reagan and she was visibly upset. They talked about it on the car ride home. Danny tried to explain that sometimes, people can be mean. He gave as an example, how Reagan had made her friend cry on Saturday night. A look came across her face, he said, as if she was putting the two together.

When Reagan’s BFF came over to play again today, the very first words from Reagan’s mouth when she saw her (without prompting) were:

“I’m sorry I was mean to you. I’m sorry I made you cry when you slept over with me.”

And then came the hug.

My heart melted, just before it swelled with pride.

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