Being a Texan, I have eaten pinto beans my whole life. When a little girl, I remember mixing up dirt and water to make my own pretend “refried beans” in my play kitchen in the backyard fort. Thankfully, that doesn’t happen anymore, because I instead make my own scrumptious recipe that is the real deal, and more importantly, edible.
I love that as we grow up, we replace the “pretend” with the real.
A stuffed animal can one day be a furry friend that greets us every morning.
A baby doll can one day be a precious infant that snuggles up to us in our arms.
A battery operated car can one day be our daily drive to work.
I think it’s easy to take for granted the fact that I finally have what I so often longed for when I was younger. Now I can appreciate that the play acting was just shadows of something greater. And now I’ve stepped into it.
Creator of Love, Auntie.