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The Popular Girl

March 8, 2012

When I was in kindergarten, there was a girl in my class that everyone loved. Audrey, was her name. She was nice, cute and friendly to all. Everyday people asked her to come over to their house for a playdate. I guess it got to be too much for Audrey because she started showing up at school with a big sign attached to her backpack that said, “Sorry, I can’t go to your house today. I’m going to “So-and-So’s” house to play.”

I loved Audrey and recall feeling heartbroken when my name did not appear on her backpack. In fact, the day she did have a playmate with me, I felt as if I won the grand prize. My name was on Audrey’s backpack. Everyone in that kindergarten class would know she chose to play with me. It was enough to make your kindergarten day, maybe even year.

As much as I was thrilled to be on Audrey’s backpack, I never quite understood why her mother attached that note every day.ย That is, until Sophie went to preschool.

As you have no doubt come to realize from reading this blog, Sophie has a unique personality. She’s funny, quirky, a natural leader (translation: sometimes bossy), and quite imaginative. I have been told she often leads the kids in play at school, and some classmates are at a loss if Sophie is absent.

I say this not to toot Sophie’s horn (or mine — I was NEVER that kid). I’m only trying to show that like Audrey, Sophie is kinda popular among the 3-4-year-old crowd.

Sophie’s appeal has become more evident lately because of the never-ending playmate references I hear from the other kids.ย I picked her up from school recently and found myself surrounded by a gaggle of girls asking (pleading) to come to Sophie’s house for a playdate. One little kid started asking for directions to our house. I stopped myself from giving out the address because I was pretty sure this kid was about to hail a cab after school and show up on my doorstep.

I have also been told one kid’s mother is allergic to cats (which we have two). Sophie told me that since the kid can’t drive to our house, I’d be giving her a ride and her mother can meet us later.

All this is to say that I now understand why Audrey’s mother put that sign on her backpack. I also understand that I have my own Audrey, in the form of Sophie. Needless to say, it makes me happy to think I could tape a sign to Sophie’s backpack that says, “Sophie’s playing with mommy today.”

The joy of reliving my kindergarten years!

24 Comments leave one →
  1. March 8, 2012 6:21 am

    What a sweet post. Your girl is, indeed, a charmer. The whole name-taping-on-a-backpack: definitely useable material in fiction! Enjoy Mommy and Sophie playdate time!

    • March 11, 2012 11:44 pm

      Hadn’t thought of the backpack sign as a fiction idea. But I like it!

  2. March 8, 2012 7:08 am

    This doesn’t surprise me based on what I have read about Sophie on here! A good problem to have, though that backpack note still seems a little weird to me! In this day and age, there could just be a Twitter account or website set up that announced her play dates ๐Ÿ˜‰

    • March 11, 2012 11:44 pm

      Oh yeah, don’t think that sign was not weird. I remember thinking it was strange then and still is today. And you’re right about a Twitter feed.

  3. March 8, 2012 7:13 am

    How lucky you are to have such a friendly, outgoing girl.

  4. March 8, 2012 6:57 pm

    That was so adorable! It’s nice that Audrey was nice to everyone…and we all know that Sophie is a sweetie pie!

  5. March 8, 2012 7:08 pm

    Having a child is to learn new things all the time. Things we never understood or could fathom become clear, hence one of the amazing joys of parenthood!

    • March 11, 2012 11:45 pm

      Exactly. The joy of parenthood, seeing so much in a new way!

  6. March 9, 2012 8:10 am

    I’m so pleased for Sophie. What a joy this must be. She’s a peach of gal and ray of sunshine. Sweet! ๐Ÿ™‚

  7. March 9, 2012 8:35 am

    Ah, Leah, the joys of parenthood! Were all children to be as lucky as little Sophie! That photo of hers is adorable! ๐Ÿ™‚

    • March 11, 2012 11:46 pm

      Isn’t that photo cute? It shows off her personality so well. Thanks for the nice words.

  8. March 9, 2012 9:58 am

    Seriously, it’s like a part time keeping track of my kids play date. Is it our turn to host? Would so-and-so PLEASE host for once?! You know–all that stuff!

    • March 11, 2012 11:47 pm

      Oh yes, it’s a full time job in itself. Someone else suggested a Twitter or FB feed for playmates. I think it has merit.

  9. March 9, 2012 6:18 pm

    Oh that’s funny. What a weird thing to do. That kid must have had a bizarre sense of entitlement, well if she even understood what the note meant. I love Sophie’s personality. She is going to be a strong, independent woman.

    • March 11, 2012 11:47 pm

      Yeah, that note thing is still crazy to think about now. I wonder how she deals with her social calendar these days.

  10. March 10, 2012 6:30 pm

    What a sweet story — and the sign about Sophie playing with Mommy? LOVE it. ๐Ÿ™‚

  11. March 11, 2012 2:54 pm

    Love that picture of Sophie! Isn’t it a good feeling to know how well your child is liked by her peers? It’s a mother’s dream.

    • March 11, 2012 11:48 pm

      Yes, it is. Especially because I was one of the kids that did not have a lot of friends. I’m sure I broke my mother’s heart every time I said nobody at school liked me. It is a relief to know Sophie doesn’t have that problem now.

      • March 12, 2012 4:02 am

        I was shy as a child ( still am, to some extent), so I know how you felt when you were growing up. My daughter, like Sophie, didn’t share my shyness.

  12. March 23, 2012 3:11 pm

    Awww, she has such natural beauty and grace within and without–a ray of pure sunshine!

    I was shy, too, just like you and CE said, and read a lot, was a tomboy and played outside. I was curious about other people, like they were book characters! I had a few loyal friends, several of whom I still meet at the beach. Personalities have always fascinated me.

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