New Year's Eve, she went outside to play, and she started up an over-the-fence conversation with the neighbor kids to the back of us. "Cute," I thought. "She's making friends."
But, you guys, she really WAS making friends. Next thing I know, they're over in our backyard, playing hide-and-seek, and Lennon is telling them jokes, and carrying a stick, and no I have no idea what the stick-carrying has to do with anything, but it just seemed big of her, and WHERE DID MY TODDLER WITH PIGTAILS AND A SNOTTY NOSE GO?!?!?!!!
The next morning, she had a snotty nose again, and I thought things had returned to normal, but then the neighbor kids knocked on our door and wanted to play again. So they colored in Lennon's room, and Lennon was making them laugh, and then after they left I found a picture that one of the girls drew of herself holding hands with a yellow-haired stick with circles for eyes instead of dots (which I can only assume was meant to represent Lennon) and the words "I Love My New Friend" written underneath the rainbow cloud.
She's totally grown up now, and tomorrow she's going to ask me to drop her off at the mall, and then she'll be going to college, and then moving out on her own, and I'm going to be nothing but a memory to her. "Remember that one lady who spent four-and-a-half years playing My Little Pony and trains and coloring and Candy Land with me, and I totally ditched her for REAL friends before we ever got to the Barbie phase, which is totally the funnest phase?"
I know she has to grow up and I know she has to make friends. I'm honestly super-excited for her.
However, the first thing I did this morning was brush Lennon's hair into pigtails. Later, I'm going to the store to see if they make footie pajamas in a girls size 6. I'm holding on just as long as I can.