Aside from your fourth grade teacher (mine’s name escapes me), your best friend (um, can’t recall) and perhaps what street you lived on (phew, that one I remember – Barrett), what do you remember from when you were ten years old? Nothing? Yep, me neither.
I am quite sure that my parents did wonderful things for me and took me to spectacular places. In fact, I think that may even have been the year that we loaded up the family station wagon and drove cross-country for six weeks in the summer, but wouldn’t put money on it. I am equally confident that my two older brothers had fully embraced the roles of protector (David) and tormentor (Robbie)*, but am only vaguely aware of any specifics other than me reacting to Robbie by way of screaming and my mother saying, “Robbie stop it!” a lot. It was 1975. Without the benefit of Google, I would not recall who was president (Ford), what the big movie was (Jaws) and that Paul McCartney was in his Wings phase. I am fairly sure that my hair was already proving to be the bane of my existence (still is), my bedroom was a vision of yellow, orange &white polka dots and turning double digits was tantamount to utopia. And that’s all I’ve got.
This begs the question: when she is an adult, how much of this phase of her life (our lives) will Jessie even recall? What will stand out in her mind? Will she remember, on her tenth birthday, seeing the article in the paper http://articles.boston.com/2011-12-11/lifestyle/30512365_1_twin-boys-transgender-jonas when her mouth fell open and she realized that she is not the only one? What about the next day, when she loudly and proudly went into school and told her teacher all about her “secret”? How will she reminisce about her quick and seamless transition from George to Jessie? What, if anything, will she recall about being George? Will she, um, be George?
I suspect that, given the turn of events, she will have a better grasp on the memories that make up her past than I have about my own and will recall more about 2012 than I could ever hope to recollect from 1975, even with the aid of Google. I would further imagine that, given her incredible sense of self, she will be a success at whatever she is doing. I have long said that with her eye for design her name will be on your ass someday and, if you are wise, you will curry favor now in hopes of being put on the friends and family discount list. (No, really…I’m serious.)
And, while no one can tell me, you or anyone else where she or I, or you, will land, today I am thinking that wherever it is, it will be okay. I make no promises for tomorrow, though…
*Please note that I have the two best brothers anyone could ever ask for. Despite Robbie’s torturous past, he has always been a fierce protector of me and my family. David is so much older than me that we never had anything to fight about. I love them both and hope that someday they will enlighten me as to what my life was like prior to 1980 which is the furthest back I can seem to recall.