Imaginary Friends

I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned this before (remember I have four kids so my memory is shot! That’s my story and I’m sticking to it) but my now four year old daughter has had an imaginary friend for some time now.

Like, about a year and a half.

And his name is Jake. From State Farm. 

Sidebar: For those of you out of the US, I’m not sure if you have State Farm insurance available but let’s just say this marketing campaign was very successful at out house.)

So the four year old talks to him and about him. He’s been a fairly integral part of our world until lately.

The sentence, “If Jake from State Farm isn’t here in thirty seconds I’m leaving without him!” has actually escaped from my lips.

And then she turned four.

I don’t know if she’s just growing up or if she doesn’t need her security blanket of a pretend friend as much anymore, but she’s letting go of Jake from State Farm.

I asked her if they were still friends and she said yes, except he’s being a butt. 

Maybe this is her way of growing up just a little more right before my very eyes.

I’m so not ready for that. 

(Playing with an actual human, her baby brother. Photo credit Meredith Shafer 2015)

©Copyright Meredith Shafer 2015 

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13 thoughts on “Imaginary Friends

  1. We don’t have State Farm outside the States, but I’ve travelled to the US enough to be familiar with it! I had so many imaginary friends as a kid that my parents never knew how many actual humans were coming to my birthday party, and how many of those I’d insisted on inviting were resident in my head only and therefore wouldn’t be requiring cake. And I grew up to be a writer, so maybe you have a writer on your hands. If so… good luck 😉

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  2. Oh my goodness I laughed out loud about you threatening to leave if Jake from State Farm didn’t get here in 30 seconds! How bittersweet that he is making less of an appearance as your daughter grows up!

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