My son has just started to sort of play peek-a-boo. As an adult, it’s hard to believe he actually thinks I vanish when I pull the blanket over my face. (And what a scary world it must be if everything disappears forever when you turn your head!)
But peek-a-boo got me thinking about a hard time in my life after college. I had moved to a new city. I was unhappy. I was lonely. In many ways, it felt like all of my friends — my whole world in fact — had disappeared. The only time it would reappear was the weekend when I would drive a few hours to see old friends.
I may have learned that objects exist when I closed my eyes, but emotionally I hadn’t mastered the game of peek-a-boo. I felt happiest on the weekends when I was back with familiar friends and places. It was hard for me to keep that joy and positivity the rest of the week when the blanket was pulled over my head.
Peek-a-boo has made me realize that friends and family are always there to help… and that you’re rarely alone when communication is so easily accessible. You just have to remember to have meaningful, real conversations — not status updates about the toast you had for breakfast (which happened to be a bit dry, by the way).