Wild Regan Has Left the Building

Wild Regan was correctly named as the middle child in Crazyville. At home she was filled with energy, determination and a sense her way was the only way. At an early age she bossed her older sister and mothered her little brother like it was a full-time job. Wild Regan was in charge and if you had a problem with that find another place to play. At three she ruled her world.

Last year when she entered preschool, I thought some of her bravado would tamper down. The unwritten preschool rule was to have friends you need to share. Ms. Wild Regan was content not to have any friends who did not play her way. When her authority was questioned or someone decided not to play by her rules, she threw up her hands and said "FINE." Stormed off and accepted she lost another friend. She was one tough, stubborn little girl. She never came home sad or questioned why she had no friends.

This past fall she entered her final year in preschool with her strong sense of how the world turns. Again, no birthday party invitations or gifts from fellow students at Christmastime.  Wild Regan showed no sorrow or loss.

One cold January morning, I noticed several girls greeted her as we walked into class. A few weeks later she was asked to a playdate by someone not related by blood. As a cold winter turned into spring, more classmates engaged Wild Regan in conversations before class. After lunch, several girls wanted to play with her and she gladly let others play the mom role.

This past week she officially graduated from preschool. The diploma represented more than her mastery of letters and shapes.  Wild Regan finally learned how to share.

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Sharon, The Mayor