Earlier this week, Miss P and I went to my son’s PreK-1st grade music concert. Mr. B had to remain in a holding area, so we dropped him off and headed in to the gym. As soon as we walked in, my daughter saw a couple of her friends from class.
And within seconds, I was surrounded by a gaggle of giggly little girls.
The Younger Sibling Group. There are about 6-8 of them who had older siblings in the concert. And these little girls sniffed each other out in the crowd and gravitated towards each other like a men to a large screen television.
Being that they’re all younger siblings, this is no docile, meek group. These girls, while sweet and loving, all also have strong personalities. Voices that have had to stand up to older siblings and don’t take no for an answer.
But who also love fiercely. Their older siblings, and their friends.
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The scene was pretty cute, actually. This pack of preschoolers. A tiny girl gang. Armed with the power of adorableness. It started off with three of them, including my daughter, greeting each other and begging to sit together.
Then, another friend would enter the gym and the squealing would begin. “Oh! There’s Sally! SALLY! OHHHH SAAAAALLLLYYY!!! Come sit with us!” Accompanied by clapping hands and bouncing up and down, as if Santa had just strided in to the gym.
Even though they JUST saw each other a mere two hours earlier at school.
At one point, 6 little preschoolers were squished on to the bench in front of me, laughing, hugging, admiring toys that had been lugged along. There were also some moments of annoyance, shoving, and complaining. The chances of that kind of initial joy and happiness lasting throughout the concert were slim, but man, was it fun to experience while it lasted.
I can remember that feeling as a kid. Of your friends being the most magical, best thing on the planet, your whole world. Until one of them tries to steal your Polly Pocket. Then all bets are off.
As I stared at the back of their little cherub heads, lined up in a row from blonde to dark brown hair, a pink-sprinkled bench, I began to think about copying and pasting this same scenario 10 years from now.
How different will that be? These six, sweet, exuberant little ladies having outgrown Strawberry Shortcake and Dora. Will they still be this ecstatic to see each other across the room?
Who will be the ring leader? Who will have the first sleep over? Who will get them all in Big Kid Trouble first? Who will spread the gossip? Who will hurt someone’s feelings first? Can they avoid that?
I sure hope so.
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