I'm blaming this entire post on Facebook, because through Facebook, I have recently reconnected with a handful (five, to be exact) of people from my high school. Note that I graduated high school in 1980 - so it has been many years since I last spoke with these people. And because I moved away from my hometown almost twenty years ago, I don't ever run into people from my former life, so this reconnect has been interesting, to say the least. It has been a walk down memory lane - a path I have not taken since the day I moved away. And this walk down memory lane has caused me to experience emotions I have not felt since I was eighteen year old <--- 29 years ago is how long that has been.
But what these emotions and thoughts have also done for me is make me hyper aware of what my own children must be experiencing at this very moment in their lives. And it has been a wake up call since I'd [selectively] forgotten what it was like to be a teenager; I'd forgotten what it was like to ask yourself every single day, "Will they like me? Am I being a dork? Are they talking about me? Why did I say that?" And the ever constant, "I wish I could hide in a corner."
John has often said to me, "Mom, these people don't know me. They don't understand me. They just don't get me." And until my reconnect, I'd thought that John was being silly... I honestly thought he was just making excuses as to why he does the things he does.
But here's what I've discovered (and I apologize in advance because this includes more talk about sewing, something I know people must get sick of hearing about). I am going to provide visuals to support these thoughts, since we all know that I am all about the pictures when it comes to the blog:
This is a picture of my last childhood doll. Her name is Velvet and she was given to me for Christmas when I was in fifth grade. I took the picture today, because I am a sentimental fool and I still have Velvet safely tucked away in my cedar chest. I tried to get a close up shot since the thing I wanted to show is the dress she is wearing and the very elementary sewing job that was used on her dress. I made the dress for Velvet when I was eleven years old. I was proud of the dress and I actually still have several other outfits that were sewn with TLC for my precious doll. My point: even in the fifth grade, sewing was my happy place and it was how I spent my time - I spent as much time sewing doll clothes as I actually did playing with the dolls. For me, the dolls were a means to an end: sewing.
The next visual is my senior picture - the quality is very poor because the photo is almost 30 years old and it has faded with time:
Disregarding the hairstyle and the blue eyeshadow (hey, it was 1980 - I was considered trendy at the time), note the wool jacket that I was wearing. I sewed the jacket and a matching skirt when I was a senior in high school. I made it specifically for my senior pictures. At the time, I was in love with the suit and I was so proud to wear something I had sewn to the all-important photo shoot. However, I never told a soul that I made my suit. I just handed out the pictures and kept the sewing part to myself.
So what does all this have to do with my recent reconnection with high school friends? Well, it has everything to do with it because as I have been corresponding with Gayle, who lived six houses away from me all through junior high and high school - a person I walked to school with, rode the bus with, cheered with, invited to our family beach house, had over to slumber parties... I GREW UP with Gayle - I was shocked to hear that she didn't know that I sewed. And that got me to thinking about how, like John, the people in my high school didn't really know me. I intentionally kept my favorite thing in the world (sewing) from them because 1) I didn't want to be made fun of, and 2) I didn't want to be considered a dork. But the truth was, I loved to sew then, and I still love to sew now. The person I was is the person I still am. And in spite of the fact that everything (and nothing) has changed: I was who I am - and I am who I was. Astounding!
As we've corresponded, Gayle made the comment that she enjoyed catching up with old friends because, "We knew each other before we knew ourselves." How true that is. I'll be the first to admit that I am a different person than the girl I was back then. I have more confidence, I embrace my inner dorkiness, and I have opinions that are actually my very own! And yet, the me I didn't know back then, became the core of me that is my foundation (in spite of my sewing secret). And this is what I wish I could share with John because the teenage foundation is absolutely part of becoming an adult.
Another person I've reconnected with is a guy whom Gayle and I were in swing choir with, Chris Bidleman. (Chris is in the top row: third from the left - Gayle and I are in the front row: I am the first girl on the left, with Gayle next to me). Note: I also sewed part of the dress I am wearing - other people had their moms make their dresses or hired out the project, but I worked with my mom on the dress and I was so proud that I had a hand in the design. Of course, I never told a soul that I made part of my dress. That was just something I didn't do back then.
Back to Chris... he was so much fun! And when I saw his profile picture on Facebook, I could almost smell our choir room... I remembered the piano and the risers... I remembered the trips we took for competitions and the times we spent hanging out as a group in that dark and dreary room where we spent so many hours singing and dancing and doing what we loved, because what we loved was music - all of it... the bee-bop of swing choir, the harmonies, the melodies, the instruments, the costumes, and most of all the friendships. And today, these are the things I still love (minus the costumes since I no longer perform other than with my six year old friend in the privacy of my home). My love of music back then, was the foundation of the music I love today. If one were to look at my iPod playlist, they would see over 500 songs that were popular in the 70's - songs that shaped my youth and that were the inspirations of my thoughts and dreams. And when I look at it that way, I realize that those songs are still the basis of my inspirations, and of my thoughts - and even of the dreams I still have. These people who I spent so much time singing with all those years ago know the foundation of me better than my own husband. Wow! That is a scary thought.
After considering these long ago thoughts and dreams, I have to ask this one single question: "Why is it that when I reconnect with my high school friends, all the old insecurities and doubts resurface?" What is up with that? I find myself still asking the questions, "Will they like me?" "Am I being a dork?" "I wish I wouldn't have said that." Seriously... WHAT IS UP WITH THAT? I'm a confident woman. Where is this coming from? And the big question is: Why do I care?
Why I care is this: I care because of the very fact that these people knew me before I knew myself. They know my brothers and my sister. They've been to my childhood home and met my parents. They know how I was raised and they know the rules I was required to follow. They knew when I followed the rules and they knew when I broke the rules. They were witness to the evolution of who I am. Every single memory of my youth includes something that was done or said or experienced by and with these people. And so the reality is that I care because, other than my family, these people know the foundation of Kelly, and if anyone on this earth is going to understand who I am today, it would be these people. They may not know me as a wife. They certainly don't know me as a mother. They've never seen me working. They have no idea of my current lifestyle. But they know Kelly - the real Kelly... the girl I was, who is the woman I am. That girl has blossomed and grown, but she is still there. She is so much of who I am today, because who I was is exactly what I have become.
And this is what I want to tell John. I want to tell him that even if his classmates don't know him, they know the foundation - and when he looks back in twenty or thirty years, my hope is that John will see the foundation and that he will still be the person he is today - bigger, better, grown, and confident... but still John. Because even though his "thing" is not sewing, and that's not what he hides, he has his own "things" and he hides them exactly like I did way back when. It's okay to hide... but it's not okay to lose our passions just because they are not cool at the time. John loves poetry. He loves to write, which is considered so not cool for an almost 17 year old "cool kid" - and so he hides these things and he tucks away in private and pursues his dreams alone. And that's okay. I get that because it is exactly what I did. But in hindsight, it doesn't matter because the passion is only part of the foundation - it may be the biggest part, but it is not the only part. It takes many layers to create the foundation... and a lot of those layers are within the halls of the high school.
The truth is, we are tied to our high school friends whether we like it or not. We can ignore them. We can run from them. We can try to never think of them again. But the bottom line is these people were there when we were building our foundation, and because of that single fact, these people are part of our past and part of how our foundation turned out.
And so even though I am experiencing all these feelings of insecurities and conflict (WHAT IS UP WITH THAT? Seriously... why am I feeling this way?), I have chosen to embrace my past because by doing so, I am able to be a better mother to John and Alyssa. Having spent an entire week thinking about this (and feeling insecure), I have gained a new parenting tool: I have more understanding; I have more compassion; and most of all, I have a point of reference that I had previously chosen to ignore.
When all is said and done, I think I will always feel insecure around my high school friends. And that's okay, because whether I like it or not, that's where the foundation began. Today I think that the original foundation is still there - better, bigger, stronger - but still there, so it's all good. And now that these old emotions have risen to the surface, I am able to do something with the memories - something that will help my own children. And at the end of the day, Alyssa and John are my priority above and beyond all else. If a walk down memory lane and a little bit of angst is what it takes for me to understand my teenagers, then I welcome the emotions, because right now I'm grasping at straws when it comes to my lost and conflicted son.
Self reflection. Pain of our youth. Angst. Insecurities. These are things that make better parents. Seriously... I had no idea. I'd been running from these things for so long that I hadn't really given it a thought. But now I know better. And better is always a good thing when it comes to parenting.
A final word to the two people from my high school who may read this blog entry: Thank you for then, because without the then, I would not be who I am today. And to be very honest, I really like who I am... I'm still me deep down, and the reconnect has helped me appreciate that for what it is.
Wow......this is exactly how I feel on facebook when I ask someone from high school to be my friend. You've got a great knack for insight and your always dead on!
Posted by: Lisa | April 02, 2009 at 11:10 AM
Kelly, I wish you were my neighbor!! I always find myself agreeing with you. I graduated around the same time (I have that same haircut in my senior photo!!), and I was also in choir. Loved this post!
P.S. I just downloaded Steely Dan's "My Old School" onto my Ipod :)
http://www.lyrics.com/index.php/artists/lyric/steely-dan-lyrics-my-old-school-t-129718
Posted by: Janell | March 02, 2009 at 09:35 PM
Kelly! I love the senior picture. Such a fun way to see you! I know exactly what you mean. Facebook is giving me nightmares and insecurities and bringing up all sorts of old emotions. (I sorta/kinda blogged about the same thing yesterday!) I've not really found a good thing about it yet, to be honest! But, I am so happy that it is helping you help John. That's great.
While I have you, my email is still all wonky. I'm not ignoring you, just can't deal with how SLOW it is. Supposed to be fixed by Monday! Hugs!
Posted by: Amy So | February 28, 2009 at 09:12 PM
this is why I don't facebook. I don't want to reconnect to the person that I was or the people i was with. I don't want to feel those feelings again. I already feel them through my children's experiences in elementary and junior high school. Plus, I really don't want to have to deal with their circumism or hear they be negative.
I am very much in touch with how tough my kids have it compared to how we had it. I really just want to be there for my kids and be the best mom I can be.
Posted by: meanmomdigitalproductions | February 28, 2009 at 12:08 PM
Well, I don't qualify as a high school classmate, but still get to claim "I knew you when". Keeping that in mind, you still seem very much the same to me, in all of the best ways. You were always so creative, kind and compassionate. The same qualities that shine through today. Being a teenager is HARD, and yes, Facebook does bring some of those issues back up, but it is cool to look back and find new ways to relate to our kids. I guess that is one of the reasons I like working with high school kids so much, I think I fit in better now than I did back then.
My son however, approaches life in an entirely different manner. He is very comfortable in his own skin and doesn't hide the fact that he still likes action figures, video games and just plain flat being goofy. "Cool" is not something he strives for at all. Being a teenager, all it takes are unkind words or feeling left out to hurt him deeply.
I ran across some old pictures of you the other day when I was doing some cleaning. I think I will have to dig them back up and do a little Facebook posting of my own!!
Lots of love, Nancy
Posted by: Nancy G. | February 27, 2009 at 08:11 PM
I recently had a rather odd exchange with someone from my high school class (yes, on Facebook) which only served to confirm my lack of desire to attend my 20 year reunion this summer.
Posted by: Helena | February 27, 2009 at 03:47 PM
after mulling this post over in my head i was wondering....if you could go back would you still hide your sewing skills?
Posted by: pcsmart | February 27, 2009 at 07:44 AM
Facebook has evoked a lot of the same feelings with me. A lot! What a cool blog entry.
BTW - - I think you look exactly the same. Sans the blue eye shadow. I tried to pick you out of that choir picture before I read the entry and did. Cool.
Kelly, I think you are a fabulous person. Your children are blessed to have you as their mother.
Posted by: Becky B. | February 27, 2009 at 12:22 AM
Wow...I also made my dress for my senior picture. Juliet sleeves and umpire top, long floor length. I made my first outfit for my favorite doll "Danny" when I was 10 years old, Still have "Danny" and the outfit. Both of my kids played with "Danny". He is now in storage in my closet waiting for grandkids to love him. I never kept my love for sewing from others..they knew which outfits I made. I remember having to take sewing in home ec. in 7th grade (1970)..I kept telling the teacher that I had been sewing for years..she didn't believe me until we started sewing. I was always the first one done with whatever we were working on at the time, well before she even went over the next step. I still correnspond with her at Christmas. Also, I didn't know that you and Kelli had singing in common. She went on and competed on her own, winning several competitions, including District as a senior. Her singing got her scholoships for college, which paid for her first year. She continued for several more years until she found her love pets...now she is following that dream. Love Randi
Posted by: Randi | February 26, 2009 at 10:30 PM
Loved reading this entry about you and your high school days!
I do have to say, the insecurities I had then I don't have now with mine. It's been replaced with the all encompassing "Can they tell how fat I am in that profile pic?" (and if not, they can if they look at the Paris pics).
I'm better friends with some of the HS people than I ever was then -- in HS, and in some cases, even in elementary school. Through our aging, we've discovered we have similar interests/beliefs/etc.
Posted by: Heather | February 26, 2009 at 10:04 PM
Brilliant Kel. Love ya!
Posted by: Barb | February 26, 2009 at 09:36 PM
Wow Kelly you pretty much summed up everyone's high school life. The way you were is a tiny part of who we are but it is alot of who we are today. I am so thankful for Facebook too I have reconnected with old high school friends and gotten to be friends with some at high school that I knew but would have never been friends with me because I wasn't in the "in" crowd.
Posted by: Kasey | February 26, 2009 at 07:59 PM
in some ways i suppose i was the total opposite of you. i did what i wanted, dressed the way i wanted and didn't give a poop what anyone thought. i was the only rebel goth/punk (in the early 80's) in a school of izod preps. i made stuff and wore it (hideous though it was), i cut my own hair and pierced my ears (no one pierced anything else back then, i did my navel in my 30's and my nose in my 40's....gee, what is left?). i listened to the sex pistols, the clash, etc while everyone else was grooving to lionel ritchie or journey. i zigged when they all zagged. i guess i haven't changed at all, huh? i wonder sometimes....is that a good thing? am i staying true to myself or just not growing as a person? thanks for the trip down memory lane....you always make me think.... i am so glad you decided to write this entry....
Posted by: pcsmart | February 26, 2009 at 07:42 PM
Kelly, this post was fantastic! I will e-mail you at some point some additional thoughts I have about this same issue. I had purposely left my Vancouver past behind because of my own issues and reasons but I realized at some point that I was shutting out part of who I was. I know we really didn't know each other that well in school, and that you sre talking mostly about Chris and Gayle, but I remember you always being a kind and friendly person whose family lived around the corner. My mom still lives there so when I drive down Burdick I think of Pam Wo., Gayle, you and various other friends I knew. I would always wonder "I wonder what happened to...." and now, in some cases, I know! It's been so fun to reconnect with you and everyone else and I hope, in our own small way, we can enjoy getting to know a little about each other as adults. Thanks for sharing Kelly!
Posted by: Pam Martorano | February 26, 2009 at 07:34 PM
WOW! Those are some deep thoughts. LOL! I'm not sure that I ever really cared what they thought...didn't matter really since I was in Honors/AP and everyone already knew that I was a geek plus I started out high school as #1 in my class (graduated #11 though) so I guess the geek title was stuck. I'm still best friends with my best friend from high school though. We've been thru dating, thru college, thru MD and PhD stuff, thru marriage, thru kids, thru it all. She's been there for me as I have for her. I guess I'm lucky in that we've seen each other in the early years and are still around for us now.....
Loved the sewing creations! Not sure why you'd hide it though.
Posted by: slammie | February 26, 2009 at 05:35 PM
Kelly, that is such a great post. It really made me think. I feel the same way about high school and I have a handful of friends that have sent friend requests that I have not responded to because of the old "high school" feelings. I may just take a baby step and accept one or two to see how it goes:) Thanks.
I love the picture of you with your blue eyeshadow and your wool suit. You are just like your clothing, a classic. Thanks for sharing so much of yourself through your blog:)
Posted by: Steph G. | February 26, 2009 at 05:26 PM