You’ve entered the magical world of fantasy play and dress up. “Ballareas” (ballerinas), fairies, and mamas and papas (or any combination of Honor, Cheska, Hugs, Guy, Human, mama, papa, Jack, Francie Sugar, sister, Gladys, Cate, and often a random Ali), are the most popular characters you adopt. You play these games in these little worlds you create for yourselves. Anna appoints roles most often, and Florence obliges with what role you’ve been allocated (often papa, or some other male, but even donkey in the Nativity story). But when Florence is given a chance to choose her role, she usually chooses Honor and springs around with such enthusiasm and excitement (“I’m so cited mama). There are strict rules in these games, a secret code of conduct respected by both parties (F: “Anna, we do it like this”, F: “No Florence, like this” , F:”ok Anna.”) about where babies sleep, how dolls are fed, what fairies can and cannot do, who goes shopping, what nests are made and with what blankets. I love watching and listening (although I have to be discreet for if you catch me you often snap our of character). Sometimes I am allocated a role: real mama, often sister, and sometime Cate or order (waiter). You mix real experience (I need a credit card and ID) with wild imaginations (the fairies live on holiday with Eeyore and Oppipops) which I hope grow and filter throughout your life.
It is the first year you’ve really been aware of Easter. You were so excited to find out about this special time in the year, and although you prefer Jesus to stay a baby (you really like the Christmas story), the fact that chocolates were involved means that Easter is now highly rated by you. I love how these events and occasions gain a new meaning when we’re celebrating with you. It give gravitas to simple actions, like painting eggs and hiding chocolates, and putting effort into small things which light up your faces but previously would not have been done. I love that about being a parent, how your children really make you slow down, be present, and focus on what’s really important.
Making “kos” with papa is one of your favourite things to do. You help him mix or chop or taste. He teaches you about herbs and spices, which you learn in Afrikaans (Florence, you told me the other day you can taste the “knoffel” in your chicken dish). Your latest discovery is “koljander” (coriander) and you both ask for it in random dishes. He tells you about when to stir the bolognese, while popping capers in your mouth, or how to tell when a piece of pasta is ready. I overhear him asking you to repeat names of cheese pronounced in Italian accents. I love watching these little scenes from the sidelines. It makes my heart burst and my mouth water 😉