A long time ago a friend of mine said “This ad reminds me of you.” and showed me this.
I feel like that lady every single day.
I mean, I never toured with Krokus and I was ten years old for most of 1983. I never followed any band around for an entire tour, but sometimes I feel like an imposter. I take my kids to scouts, I weed my garden, I drive my minivan around my manicured neighborhood and I honest to God wave at my neighbors JUST EXACTLY LIKE THE LADY IN THE AD.
It isn’t really that I don’t belong here. A lot of my day-to-day life involves grocery shopping and trips to the library and pedestrian minutiae like that. I really do live here. I really do have two kids. Yes. I really am a “mommy blogger” but there is so much more to me than that.
I am a trained classical singer. I have a degree in Political Science. I am a published writer. I know a lot about things like wine, music, football, Marxism, variable annuities, and social media.
Just to clarify, I am not a Marxist, I have just read a great deal on the subject.
There is a latent truth to all of us. I have been thinking about it a lot lately. Some of it stems from reconnecting with old friends on Facebook and Twitter and some of it stems from this wonderful post I read by Miss Britt. It was this quote that got me.
People and places can surprise you. Even if you don’t have the time to learn the back story, remember that there always is one.
This is so true. I can be terrible. I refer to people in my neighborhood as “Jack’s mom” or “Emma’s dad” and that is how I think of them, but they are certainly more complex than that, even if I’m not always paying attention. I ran into Hazel’s mom at Hockey and Heels and now we have this whole thing in common. I stood in the rain after the bus stop one day for 30 minutes because I got caught up in a conversation with the lady across the street about late 80s hardcore. It was awesome. We went from being acquaintances to being friends in less than an hour.
You just never know.
I’ve never driven a Volkswagen, but there is just something about that commercial that resonates with me. Maybe that’s because I’m sure that some people think of me as “my kids’ mom” or “the lady in the minivan who drives to Safeway seven times a week” instead of Sarah, until we have a conversation and they (hopefully) realize that I’m so much more.
And every time I am on my way to Trader Joe’s and I slow down to wave at Janet I think Krokus. Yeah.