Z: "Mama, today is Sally's birthday."
Me: "Oh, Sally's birthday is May 5th?"
Z: "No. Her birthday is on the day when the spring leaves aren't baby leaves anymore and they start to become big."
Me: "Ok. Then it's time for a party!"
Sally is a ghost friend. She hangs out with us a lot. But she's not alone, usually Duke the Alien, Timbones the Skeleton, and Cheesey the Mouse who hangs out on top of Zach's head (his constant reason for putting food in his hair) are all part of her entourage. But make no mistake, Sally is queen.
Z is very open about his imaginary friends. Some adults smile and nod slowly with a worried look (must be that terribly lonely only child on a boat syndrome). Others laugh and recount their special friends from childhood.
I don't remember having any imaginary friends as a little one. But the day that Z introduced me to Sally I got a familiar feeling. A part of me wants to think that Sally is my mom who died long before Z was born, and she's getting in her grandson time. And part of me thinks I just have a sweet boy with an active imagination.
Happy Birthday Sally! (whoever you are)