Tonight we were listening to Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band in the car and talking about the Beatles. My mom said that when I was about two years old, I said, "Me bangs. Me Beatle." I wanted a haircut just like my heroes. I had no idea. I've seen plenty of pictures of me as a toddler with a cute bowl cut, but I always thought my mom decided. I never knew I did.
In that moment in the car tonight, I suddenly saw something more than the still images photographs capture, and something different from the way I remember events. I saw a two year old child, just the way I see a friend's two year old, the original thoughts and emerging personality in this tiny body bristling with ideas. I saw that child, the one who loved the Beatles so much she got her parents to take her to see them in concert, so much she wanted to look like them. I saw a little girl, complete. And the fact that she was me was only part of that picture.
You know, this explains so much about the difference between us. When I was 3 I listened to my mom's Dean Martin records and sent away (with help, I assume) for an autographed Dean Martin picture.
Posted by: Diane at October 1, 2004 10:56 PMBy the way, I forgot to mention that it's uncanny how much young Tamar looks like young Damian.
Posted by: Diane at October 1, 2004 10:57 PMI clicked this button to say the very same thing.
Posted by: pamie at October 4, 2004 10:57 AMInteresting that you both see that in this picture. Everyone used to say Damian was the spitting image of his daddy. I'm starting to see more of myself in him as he grows, though. It's nice.
Posted by: Tamar at October 4, 2004 09:05 PM