- Jena
What does your badge say?
Updated: Feb 15, 2020
I think I was 9 years old. It was important on that day (whatever day that was) to suddenly proclaim to the world that I was someone important. Ballerina Track star Fashion designer And so it was. In my nine year old scrawl, I wrote those words down and made a badge to wear around the house–just in case someone might forget that I was a ballerina track-star and a fashion designer.
So, if the spirit moved, I would plie and jete around the house, except if I wanted to break into a sprint or waltz around with a sketch pad.
As I was watching the Olympics and trying to sew a box cushion form, I mentioned to Emily (my clone-ette) that I was once a ballerina trackstar. Garnering great confidence from the fast ladies on the TV and her rich heritage of talent, Emily spontaneously starts sprinting up and down the hallway with great gusto.
I told her about the very important badge I made, and I was quite surprised that she did not require one for herself. My mother had one of those badge-making machines because she was a teacher and all. And she was making badges for her students, so I could make one also. I have a laminator. I have a binding comb machine. I do not have a badge-maker.
How are we supposed to know who we are without a badge? I suppose it was the first form of social networking. I vote to bring back the badges.
It’s so hard (even now) to know what I want to be when I grow up.
Just the other day, I thought it would be fun to be a taxi-cab driver. Every time someone new went for a ride, I would have “fresh meat” to talk to. Kind of like a bar tender without the alcohol. But me and cars and directions and such. Probably dangerous too.
But fresh meat is everywhere. I could be a lunch lady. A security guard. But those all sound kind of … well.. not me.
Right now, my badge proudly reads:
Believer Wife Mother part-time everything else
What does your badge say?