Remember these guys?
Good old 1980s dancing flowers.
With sunglasses.
Of course.
I got mine on a trip to FAO Schwartz when I was a little girl,
and I loved to turn on a song and watch my flower sway and bop and groove to the music.
This was also my FAO trip during which I got to buy my first
(and potentially only)
set of personalized business cards.
They had my name, my phone number and a picture of Betty Boop, with
“Star of Stage and Screen”
listed as my profession.
After that trip, with my business cards in hand and dancing flower in pot, I had everything a six year old could ever need.
And yes, I am going somewhere with this.
You see, just tonight, I had a revelation.
My baby is the human equivalent of the dancing flower pot;
If I put on music,
any kind of tunes,
she starts to sway, bop, clap, bounce, bang her hands and groove.
When the music plays, she lights up,
from the inside out.
And this is, quite literally, nothing new,
as she used to kick along to the music I’d play for her while she was still burrowed deep within my belly.
So tonight, as we had a family jam session to “Goodbye, Goodbye” from,
yes, Yo Gabba Gabba,
and my baby shook her maraca, totally in rhythm,
I realized something very special;
My little star may very well get some Betty Boop business cards of her own some day.
And in her case,
they’ll be real.
And I’ll make sure to hand out those cards to every single person I meet,
as the most proud mama there ever was.
She will always be my Twinkle,
after all.