Saturday, 30. April 2011 22:33
Aside from a handful of remote and random moments when the stars were aligned in Aquarius, Ellie has never played in her room. Such an idea is considered preposterous. Playing is not something you do alone. Playing is not something you do with another child. Playing is telling your Mommy how you want her to pretend, what voice to use, and where to sit.
As I type this, she is in her room. By herself. Creating her own calendar with rubber lizards and frogs. I hear:
“Each squishy bug my rubbery animals I put ‘em on my cards which kind of tall short tall short. Each day is a new one. We put one on today and then another one on tomorrow and the next tomorrow. And each day gets a new year for the month. That’s how years work. I just put every single thing on my cards so whenever I did it I can do it every year. Every day, short tall short tall.” Given that I just started remembering to date forms and checks with 2011, the new time measurement proposal isn’t something I feel quite confident implementing just yet.
With her calendar complete, she runs into my office. I comment on how great it is to see her playing in her room. “Oh, that WASN’T playing!” What was I thinking? I probably jinxed it. Now, this probably won’t happen again for another year day of the month tomorrow or the next tomorrow. Sigh.