Today when I asked Lily what she would like to do, she said that she wanted to go to IKEA and look around. I smiled and laughed. Why does she like IKEA so much? I know they have tasty treats, but we can go many places for that. When we arrived, though, I understood. All the rooms put together with tables laid, kitchens with real ovens that are not connected so there is no danger. It is like playing house on a grand scale. We spent quite awhile moving through the different room scenarios while she pretended to cook and clean. Her favorite part was using the ovens to “cook muffins” and then loading the dishes in the dishwasher. I am not sure if this is exactly correct behavior for the store, but Lily is generally very careful and we put everything back. All this IKEA business got me thinking, though, about the difference between Lily’s childhood context and my own. Here are the ones I thought of first:
Me: Pretended to call people on my primary color, rotary phone (with a string you could use to pull it around as well).
Lily: Pretends to send and receive text messages from imaginary friends. ”Ella texted me to let me know she was on her way over.”
Me: I spent many wonderful hours in my room listening to records on my trusty Fisher Price record player – anything from Tina the Ballerina to Total Eclipse of the Heart.
Lily: She knows how to get on the computer and access her specially crafted playlists on Itunes – anything from Veggie Tales to Yoyo Ma playing Bach.
Me: When I wasn’t in school I was usually just playing outside in the front or backyard with my neighborhood friends. I know I must have been taken to a park here and there but not as a way of life.
Lily: We walk to our park on a regular basis to meet up with friends. She also knows the rundown of several city parks that we visit and asks for them for particular reasons. Columbus Square for “our park”, 2nd and Reed for “the splash park”, Rittenhouse for pigeon chasing, Washington Square for the “the shady park”. . . and the list goes on.
Me: I attended your regular Mother’s Day Out programs with nice middle-aged woman and grandmoms in charge. I went to preschool at Briarcrest where we said our Pledge of Allegiance everyday and had some sugary, red juice at snack.
Lily: She attends an artsy preschool that has as many young guy teachers (who are impressive) as they do women. The majority of the teachers have MFAs in a range of things such as Textiles, Vocal Performance, Piano, Painting, and Theater. Lily sings specially composed songs that correspond to the literature they are reading. She comes home singing things like (speaking of the Owl and the Pussycat), “They got the ring from the pig. It was nice, can you dig?” (LOL!) and “. . .with harmonious glee sailing to the palm tree.” Her snack comes fresh from the Italian Market everyday.
Me: I went to school with children named Amanda, Erin, Robert, Courtney etc.
Lily: She goes to school with Zara, Andressa, Niamh, Schuford and Indio. . .
I don’t really know where I am going with this except to say that I am very curious to see how Lily synthesizes all of this.

We may live in Philly but we still bust out our big, southern bows and little, white sweaters.
Me: