By: Smiley Face Now
There are few things in life that will make you smile more
than observing your child completely absorbed in their own goings on, oblivious
to your presence. I just had such a
moment picking up my daughter from school with one of her little girl
friends. When I tell you that they did
not stop talking from before I actually saw them outside school (I could hear
them) and they are still talking now as write this. But what made it funny is that they can
interact with me as they need to and still not miss a beat. Let me explain.
Picture a flood tide of kids coming toward you as you crane
your neck searching out your little cherub.
They are all talking a mile a minute and it sounds as if I’m in the middle
of some massive cocktail party. Then out
of the cacophony I pick out my daughter’s voice – amazing that parents can do
that, it must be an evolutionary thing.
So as the two fast friends come walking toward me, it goes something
like this: blah, blah, blah, hi Dad, blah, blah, blah and off they go toward my
truck without even a pause for me to respond.
They juggle their backpacks, open the truck doors, climb in, buckle up
and sit expectantly as I get in myself, all without missing a word to each
other.
They kind of knew the plan anyway so I guess they really
didn’t need me to say anything. It was
in the truck that I saw the true depth of their comfort with each other. They were telling each other stories, but in
the way only little girls can, with both talking at the same time. Then one said something funny, they paused
for a second and then they both busted out in the biggest belly laugh you ever
heard. They cracked each other up and
were in tears not three feet away from me and I had no idea what they were
laughing about. I was just part of the
scenery.
They continued talking as I pulled up to the house, parked,
got them both out and headed toward the door.
They walked up the stairs, into the house, through the dog (no mean feat,
she’s a 10 month old golden retriever puppy that wants some attention when you
come home) and up to my daughters room.
They are still talking now and I daresay will continue to talk…until
they get hungry!
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