Jack, age 12
Pauls Valley, Oklahoma (1987)
This photo is more about my mom than about me. As you can see, I was an aspiring decorator in my mother's classroom at age 12. I loved any holiday, and we had decorations for all of them, but Christmas took the cake.
As a teacher's kid, hanging out at the school after hours, but before everyone went home, was a magic time.
Only other teachers' kids would truly understand the power of feeling like you OWNED the building.
I have such a clear memory of the day this picture was taken.
I BEGGED my mom to let me decorate her room for the holiday, and of course, she let me. Why I chose to wrap myself up in all this tinsel like the love child of Lady Gaga and Jayne Mansfield, I don't know.
I remember performing a little dance around the room to some bad 80's music, for all of the other teachers' kids. Getting other people to laugh was a constant coping mechanism for me, and I remember consciously thinking to myself:
"They can't hit you if they're laughing - even if it's AT you."
My mom came in the room to witness the scene, thought it was hilarious as always, grabbed her camera, and took a picture. She always pushed me to try new things, but never deterred me from being myself, which may have included a (very, very short) stint as a local fashion model at age 13.
Now as a happy gay man in my early 30's I can't tell you how lucky I was to have a mom that just loved me, for all I brought to the table. Even in Oklahoma.
As much as middle or high school can totally suck, the message I can leave with those reading this small snippet of my life is:
Love yourself in the now, and for all that you bring to the table.
A testament to that is I can now OWN this picture, and love me for who I have always been. Though I am a bit ashamed of the ugly cable knit sweater...
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2 comments:
I'm a teacher's kid, too! I totally understand that feeling of the school being YOUR school!
Don't worry every one had a cable knit sweater from grandma or mom at the time. ; ) LOL
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