My Son's First Girl "friend" - A Re-post from 2009

This is being re-posted because I had been reading some of my old stuff and realized how far away I have stepped from writing. This is how I imagined all my blog posts to be. I wanted to memorialize everything my kids did so we could all read it again one day. While this post seems so long ago it was only 2009, yet I had forgotten all about it. Mikala the girl in this post had moved away right after graduation from preschool. Last month, I walked into the school to pick up the kids and there she was. Back and happy. I loved seeing her and asked handsome if he remembered her. He said yes and that she and he talk sometimes. They are not in the same class. Sweet. They may not remember this moment I write about below, but when I see them talking together when I pick him up, I will be reminded of this post from 2006.

Original date 3-17-09
I really am just writing this to document the moment so I won't forget it. In my mind, I am lying on my stomach on my bed, with a super thick comforter in a beautiful room that smells like lilacs instead of sitting in this hard wooden chair trying to breath through an extremely stuffed nose.

This morning when I arrived at my kids school to pick them up I saw my daughter right away. She was playing in the dirt. Dressed in her St. Patrick's day outfit of green cords and a pink sweater with her hair in a high pony tail I walked up asking, "why are you playing in the dirt little girl?" She answered "because I like it". I guess that is as good an answer as any.

She went on her way to play in the leaves as I noticed my son in my peripheral vision. He was running and laughing by a big tree. The sun light caught his hair and I smiled as I watched him laughing alone. His arm was stretched around a tree out of my sight. I thought to myself, "playing alone, with all these kids around? Why doesn't he stay with the pack? Oh well!"

As I walked toward his teacher who had started telling me about my daughter's inability to sit still if there isn't an organized activity (more on that some other time), my son came running under our noses. "Hi Mommy!"

"Hi, honey," then, as if I was looking at a slow motion scene in a movie, I noticed another little hand, attached to his as he passed by. Attached to that other little hand was Mikala. Mikala is the most recent name that is mentioned in the house. For the past two weeks he has talked about her. It used to be Leo and Daniel, the boys he plays with in school. Now, it is her.

They ran past, and together, still holding hands, climbed onto one of the monkey bar sets on the school property. I said to his teacher, "they are so cute together."

She said, "oh yes, they play really well together. She didn't know how to deal with it in the beginning. She would tell me he is always following me and I told her to tell him not to do that. Eventually, they just spent more time together. They are always together."

It was like my heart fast-forwarded by 12 years. Watching them...it was if everyone else faded away. He had to get to his speech class which is why I was there in the first place. If he didn't have speech he would have another 1/2 hour with his friend, running, smiling and holding hands in the sun.

I called Handsome, and told him it was time to go. Mikala came up to me. "Can he come to my house tomorrow and then the next day I could go to his house?"

I leaned down as she tried to tell me where her house was, "down the road, you will see a really big fence, my house is there." I told her that I would give her my business card with our phone number for her mommy and that we would try to set up a playdate.

They said good-bye to each other and we walked to the car.

As I answered my children's preschool type questions, my mind kept focusing on their little hands clasped together, smiling and laughing in the sunshine.