Soph is way into the imaginary friend thing. I mean, she has one, but we don't stop there, not by a long shot. (I'm not making any of the following up. It's all straight out of the mouth of Soph.)
Meet Soph's imaginary friend's brother. He's a cross dresser. I'm serious. Soph tells me all the time about how he's always putting on her princess dress-ups. It really pisses her off. His favorite is the Cinderella costume. He puts it on and "dances around all silly." He also likes to wear my make-up.
Also, a week or two ago, she was having a huge fight in the front yard. By herself, I thought. Upon further investigation, though, I found out that she was having a fight with Addison's (a school friend) imaginary friend. Yes. Her real friend's imaginary friend had stopped by--without her real counterpart-- and royally pissed of Soph in some way or another.
Her imaginary friend also has a grandfather who has a hot air balloon and a cat who is black and white and pink and her name is Mrs. Pink-scootles Jorgensen.
This is just the tip of the imaginary ice berg. We've heard of imaginary cousins, teachers, and even once an imaginary hamster.
Sometimes I worry a bit. It seems to me that there's a fine line between imaginary friends and, um psychosis. Hopefully, she's ok and just really imaginative--not having visions of ghosts or other scary-ish things.
I've been feeling pretty run-down the last few weeks. Obviously the blog has been sliding, as have other unimportant things like personal hygiene, correcting papers, and grocery shopping. However, the sun did come out today, so maybe after charging my solar batteries a bit I'll bounce back.
I've said it before, but I am a solar powered person with no battery back-ups. I actually get pretty annoying in my longing for summer. It's a repetitive tune, I know, but I can't help but sing it. I need the sun. It's a yearning that I feel very, very deeply.
So ends the "guess I better post" post. Hopefully next time I'll have something like, oh, a central threat of meaning, and maybe even a point.
Today's best thing about being a mom:
Today I was the proud recipient of my first tinker-toy flower. Sweet.
Today's worst thing about being a mom:
She busted into the girl scout cookies and spilled a WHOLE BOX of Thin Mints on the floor. But fuck it--we're eating them anyway.
7 comments:
That's funny. At least she has imaginary friends at the correct age to have them. My kids never had them. Except there was once this five minutes...
Button's very annoying and very juvenile friend down the street still has imaginary friends. She's almost 10. Anyway, a while back, like 4 months ago, Button thought it would be cool to to have an imaginary friend. Till I caught her talking to herself. I squashed the imaginary friend pretty fast. Because at 9 and a half, that's just creapin' me out.
It happens at this age. My niece also has her own set of imaginary friends she keeps talking about. Don't worry, she will just grow out of it pretty soon.
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I always wished I had imaginary friends when I was a kid but I wasn't imaginative enough to commit to it. I think it's an incredible sign of creativity and intelligence - especially to the level that Soph is taking it.
I hear you on the solar powered bit. Maybe you have a touch of Seasonal Affective Disorder. I had an old roommate that became an insufferable hermit and jerk during the winter - but once the weather took an upswing he was like a different person. Maybe you need a solar lamp. Or at the very least a tropical vacation every January to get you through.
Did I ever tell you about my imaginary friend when my family lived in the little farmhouse in the middle of nowhere upstate New York? It was The Little Man Outside With The Flashlight.
Scared the bejeezus out a babysitter one night who didn't know about this particular imaginary friend. Sometimes I wonder if horror writing is in my blood.
And speaking of batteries, if my parents ever looked for him and couldn't find him, I said that he needed new batteries for the flashlight.
Great seeing you guys last weekend. Look forward to the next one. Once we finish painting and get our deck this summer, it will have to be at our place every now and then.
I had herds of imaginary friends that lived on other planets remember? My imaginary friends had mortal enemies, and teeny little servants with flat heads. There was the whole royal family and great battles, and the bad guys I seem to remember were freaking terrifying. Soph's fantastic. I wouldn't freak out about the imaginaries unless she starts freaking out about the imaginaries.
I'm sorry you've been having the winter blues. Maybe a dose of the fake bake? I've heard that helps some people. I love you greatly and feel like I haven't seen you in a hundred million years. Miss you.
I always wanted an imaginary friend. However, I was never that imaginative!!
Oh... and as for the girl scout cookies.. hell yeah eat them anyway!!
Hey this is Annelyse Freyman; I am 20 years old and currently a student at Vanderbilt University. As part of a research project about how children use their imaginary companion as an intermediate step between the external controls of parents and their own fully developed ego structure, I was looking for a good hook to my presentation so I typed in "random facts on imaginary friends" into Google and your blog was the first thing to pop up. I actually might use it because I think its a great story to catch people's attention and interest in the topic before I lull them with all of my intensive research. And dont worry, Im sure your daughter is not psychotic because I had a very serious imaginary friend growing up (named Juman by the way.... who knows), and Im doing quite well for myself now :) good luck and thanks for the inspiration
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