There were two voices constantly emanating from the family room. Chatter, laughter and squeals of delight pierced the air while I tried to work in the other room. Sprout was having a play date.
It was one of those rare days where I was off of work on a weekday. Sprout’s best friend and her mother had come over. It was a rare glimpse into a world that I usually don’t see, but I know takes place—a familiar sight to any stay-at-home parent. The moms drank coffee and gossiped in the kitchen, while Sprout and her Bestie ran amok through the rest of the house. I hid in my study, trying to stay out of the way while attempting to be productive and spy on them at the same time.
Bestie had been the topic of much conversation around our house. Sprout was clearly taken with this girl and spoke of her often. I had met Bestie, and her mom, once before during one of those chaotic events where you never get to engage in an adult conversation that lasts beyond the opening pleasantries. But in reality all I knew of them was anecdotal. Listening to my daughter play with her best friend was something new, like the difference between seeing lions on safari and in a zoo.
Sprout can be incredibly charismatic and social...within the confines of our house. Most of the time in public she is shy and quiet. But with her Bestie by her side, Sprout was anything but. The two girls were rambunctious and giggly. They never stopped talking. They never stopped moving. I imagined this was a taste of Sprout's tween years, not 2 ½ year-olds playing together.
It was completely charming and made me wish that I got to spend more time at home, watching my kids in their natural habitat.