Of all the things that are annoying about social media, Throwback Thursday isn’t one of them. Spare me not one single photo of your moussed bangs, rainbow suspenders, or stone washed jeans diving into gigantic white high tops. I want to see you sunburnt on the Jersey shore in your Bon Jovi fringe t-shirt, sweating in your plastic Halloween mask, posed fireside with siblings in matching sweaters, gawky and proud and acned and feather-haired at your Bar Mitzvah party. These pics are awesome. They’re always, always awesome. Because there are so many selfie, check-in, sharing, linking, uploading opportunities to let The World know how accomplished, funny, lucky, and attractive we are… on Thursdays we post pictures to remind us of our shared, dorky beginnings. I like that. Plus, we’re all adorable.
Also, I’m a junkie for the milestone moments. I go to all of the graduation ceremonies and parties. Every. Single. One. I’m one of the few spouses who continue to attend these three course dinners followed by umpteen speeches where everyone is honored and privileged to be there. (Next year, I may propose a drinking game to my table-mates for every honor-and-privilege uttered.) Bernie and I just wrapped the final party after a month of roast-the-graduates and fish-or-filet evenings in ballrooms and country clubs. Honestly, neither my liver nor patience for hackneyed toasts could endure another fancy dress evening with surgeons. But there are small moments that bring forth a tear or a giggle, and that makes the whole high-heeled night worth witnessing. Truly, the close of a near decade of brutal scheduling, test-taking, presentation-preparing, and paper-writing during the same years of weddings and baby-making and eking out some approximation of life for these graduating residents: this deserves to be witnessed. But when I’m not being Moved by the Moment, I’m also having great fun sitting next to Linda.
Linda is the ageless and stunning wife of arguably the most famous hand surgeon in the world. She’s seen it all… and she’s been to more than her share of these privilege-and-honor laden evenings. Unfailingly kind, Linda will also share sniggers over unfortunate formalwear choices (“Where was her mother when she put that on?”) or strategies to endure monotonous speeches (“Let’s go powder our noses… for a half hour.”) Linda is magical and mindful and has mentored me through some unpleasant, upsetting, and downright bald moments. And so it wasn’t surprising that over arugula salads and between goblet-clinking, Linda asked, “Are you… OK?”
Well, of course I’m OK! I never stop smiling and I have so, so much great hair. I adore my husband, my kids keep getting funnier, and I’m tan. But I knew why she asked. Linda remembers a Thursday exactly two years ago, when she sponsored a Day of Beauty before my wigless debut. Knowing anniversaries are powerful punchers of stomachs, Linda was checking in. And somehow, two years later, I don’t cringe when I see this throwback…
… instead this photo recalls a touching memory of kindness and love. With only an inch of hair and handful of eyelashes, Linda made certain I felt like me.
I think we post #TbT photos with more studied nostalgia than we realize, choosing moments that belie the hilarity of the hairstyles. Perhaps that’s why I love them so much. I mean, look at Debby here with her Daddy:
Ned Gammons is 80 years old today, and what Debby’s picture captures is the preppy perfection of their father-daughter-ness—a love as timeless and enduring and comfy and perfect as blucher mocs and fair isle sweaters. There are hundreds of photos she could have chosen… but when cherry picking the perfect post pic, we unwittingly choose the ones that shout LOVE the loudest. And it shows.
I really could go on and on and on and on about this cutesy social media fad. And I hope it endures… if only so Henry can post this himself in twenty years time:
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Very xute! This last picture had me laughing so hard my husband looked at me like I was crazy 😉
My husband and I cannot stop laughing at cute Henry in his one-piece!
Oh yeah! We made the famous Brit’s blog again. YES! Henry totAlly rocked that suit. The only tear shed was when I pulled him out of the pool after 3 hours swimming. 😉
So, so cute. And once again, you manage to capture with a single snapshot the mixed bag joy, hilarity, and chaos of parenting. xoxo
Ha! The bathing suit is too funny! That picture of you is very beautiful Britt. There’s a light in your eyes. That sounds corny, but having been through cancer myself (as we’ve discussed) that light is very rare in patients undergoing treatment. It is good to see.
Thanks, Paul. Very kind words from a fellow veteran…
I am such a sucker for TT as well. I eat up nostalgia like a fat kid on cake. I love it. I take way to long to pick the perfect pic, the one that fits the mood and the moment. Have you downloaded Timehop for Facebook? If not, do so…I have a feeling you’ll love it. Gotta share this one 🙂
Thanks for sharing… and posting all of the pics of your yesteryears. I love them. I love them all.
When I was recently going through some pictures I found one of me on the phone when I was about 13 or 14. It was such a perfect depiction of me for that time because I was on the phone FOR HOURS back then. I can’t for the life of me remember any of the things we found so fascinating we could spend all that time discussing but I remember getting yelled at to “get off the phone!” and when I got grounded? You got it….from the phone! LOL! Anyway, I love the pic of you from two years ago. I’m glad you are doing so well now. 🙂
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