There are seven people who live in our house, and then there are the ones you can’t see.
I learned long ago never to use the words “imaginary friends” to describe these beings of light and air. No; they are very REAL, so the proper term is “invisible friends.”
Invisible friends first showed up sometime during the first three years of my eldest daughter’s life, although I’m not sure whether they appeared during the 20 months when she was an only child, or the following year when she was a de facto only child, with only one infant sister for company. What I do remember quite clearly is one particular lunchtime in our bungalow in Berkeley, California, when this daughter announced that her friends were coming for lunch. Could I please set places at the table for them?
Of course I could! Thrilled that my toddler was demonstrating such an active imagination, I asked, “Who are you expecting.”
“Oh,” she lisped, “Pak, Pook, Lion, Lo-Lo, Lemon, and Orange.”
This was when it hit me that an active imagination might be a mixed blessing (and it’s been hitting me almost daily ever since), but I played along. I set six extra places for lunch, and obediently opened the door and greeted six invisible guests when my daughter called out that they had arrived.
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2 thoughts on “Invisible Friends”
Lovely and well timed post! Could we find a 5.00 pm chat time one of these day’s? Hugs
Grreat read thank you