Just a few minutes ago my ears perked up as I listened to Jordan singing that Annie Lennox song as it was on the radio. She didn't see me looking at her--she was too busy drawing pictures at the kitchen table. I watched her for a few seconds and smiled. I had a strangely nostalgic sense of myself back in 1984 singing "Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree?..." Although I was surely singing "sweet dreams are made of THESE" not "this" because that lyric sounds like "these" to me. Not the point. I was seven in 1984. Jordan is seven right now. I am so struck by the idea that this song pulled me backward and forward at the same time. All these life-comes-full-circle kinds of thoughts come swirling.
Like when Jordan says she wants to be a singer or an actress when she grows up. I said the same thing.
Like when the girls play with their Barbies and turn it into drama central by pretending cat fights, domestic turmoil, gossip mill, fashion show craziness. My husband thinks they are nutty. But my sisters and I played the same way with Barbie, her clones, and her frenemies.
Like when I showed the girls how we would make little "dolls" out of rose of sharon buds and flowers in the Summertime. And they would try to make them too.
Like when they came running to me with a bottle of "potion" they made out of water, soap bubbles, and flower petals. One of our favorite ways to spend an afternoon imagining.
Like when I soap up Livi's hair in the bath and slick it straight up like a unicorn horn--the way that my mom used to do for us.
Thanks to a barbie guitar and a "Girls just wanna have fun" cover by Miley Cyrus my girls can sing at the top of their lungs: "The phone rings... in the middle of the night..." the way that we would.
The past and present magically mingle. Sometimes the girls will share an idea or say something that I distinctly remember having or thinking in my youth.
I never thought I'd want to relive the 1980's. I imagined neon pink hair, leggings, jelly bracelets, and stone washed denim making a comeback, and I would shudder--I didn't realize that my 1980's childhood might revisit. I have four little time machines that take me back there quite often and Sweet Dreams ARE made of this.
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