A number of weeks ago, Audrey started talking about a girl named Rabbiana. She was very specific about the name. The first part rhymes with “abbey” and the second “a” is pronounced like she’s British. Or speaking Spanish. Or something. “Ah.” RA-bee-AH-nuh.
I couldn’t figure out a) who Rabbiana was, and b) where she got the name. It was sort of like Rabbiana was an invisible friend, sort of like she was real, very tough to figure out.
Then, about a week ago, she stood in my bathroom and greeted her friend, “Hi, Rabbiana!” I looked over, and there she was, in front of a full-length mirror, making faces. It dawned on me.
“Is Rabbiana the girl in the mirror?”
“Yes. Hi, Rabbiana!” Audrey repeated, grinning and posing.
“Did you know that girl in the mirror is you? It’s called a reflection.”
“Yes. Rabbiana flek-sin. She lives in the mee-wuh. Awww. Cute girl Rabbiana.”
My husband Martin said that Rabbiana is sort of like Peter Pan’s shadow — partly connected, partly with a life of its own.
Since the reflection isn’t really her, Audrey feels free to compliment Rabbiana on her cute hair, choice of outfit, sweet smile, etc. It’s funny.
I still don’t have any idea where she got that name. Creative girl, that Rabbiana. 🙂