As I’ve mentioned before, Maddie is somewhat of a duct tape savant. If something needs making or fixing, she will brandish her duct tape and insist on using it, for better or worse. Fortunately, now there is a thing called Duck Tape. The silver stuff is for losers. If you’re cool, you’ll use black or white or Hello Kitty or tie-dye or neon orange or green or Star Wars Duck Tape. Or zebra. Or cheetah.
The summer before last, at the performing arts camp Maddie loves so much, she had the opportunity to participate in a sword-making class. The materials: PVC pipe, foam, and–you guessed it–duct tape. There could be no greater match of creative ideas for Maddie than swords and duct tape.
The first one she brought home was covered in tie-dye duct tape. Since then she has made several more, often with bamboo sticks from our backyard or other sticks she finds in the neighborhood. She is inspired by the procurement of the perfect specimen. And she has now added cardboard to the mix. We always seem to have some, so it has replaced the foam that forms the shape around the pipe or sticks.
A couple times this year she has taken a sword or two to school. When she was at her private school, I thought nothing of it. There are all kinds of kids there, and no interest or passion is deemed strange or surprising. I’ve met kids who know everything about trains or presidents, or who can solve a Rubik’s cube in 30 seconds. One of Maddie’s best friends over the years was a girl who not only colored her hair blue and had mastered the art of make-up, but also loved Marvel comics as much as Maddie loves DC. So bringing a sword to school was no big deal.
But I was a little worried about how it would go over at the new public high school. Most of what I know about that school is based on what I’ve heard from other people. It has a reputation for having an atmosphere of acceptance. The kids pride themselves on being “weird.” The students look pretty normal to me, but you never know. It’s all new territory for both Maddie and me.
So imagine my surprise when on our way home from school today, Maddie asked me to stop at the hardware store for some PVC pipe. She needed some to make two new swords for kids at school. A boy named Oliver, whom she had met only once before, admired her craftsmanship, so she offered to make him one. His friend (name unknown) asked for one as well.
I never saw that coming! Not only was Maddie not chastised or ostracized, she was admired! What a nice turn of events.
I have to say, though, this isn’t the first time something like this has happened. When Maddie was in fifth grade, she was a “techie” for the school talent show. Only fifth graders are allowed to work backstage, and she was excited to do it. At first, her job was going to be managing the curtains. I was worried about that. She’s smart and observant, but speed isn’t exactly her strong suit, and efficiently manning the curtains was essential to moving the rather lengthy show along. Fortunately, her job was changed before the show. She was to stand off to the left of the stage, by the stairs, wait for the exiting act to hand her the microphone, and then take it back to the other side of the stage for the next act while it was being announced. So most of the time she was just watching the show from just off stage, on a stair landing slightly lower than the stage.
As you can imagine, most of the acts involved music. And my kid loves music. She also loves to dance. And she has little inhibition. So as the dancers and singers and musicians performed on stage, there was Maddie just over to the left, out of the lights, boogying away. She has some pretty groovy moves, and the audience got to enjoy them throughout the show.
I was absolutely dying in my seat. I didn’t expect this little side show. But watching her just being her loose and groovy self made me so happy.
It made other people happy, too. I cannot tell you how many parents approached me in the hours, days and weeks to come to tell me how much they loved watching Maddie, how she was their favorite part of the show. She was just so free up there, oblivious to being watched, just moving her body to the music to make herself happy. It. Was. Awesome.
Sometimes I worry about Maddie’s ability to fit in. Right now she is spending much of her time with a couple of boys. It has always been easier for her to hang out with the guys. They’re less socially complicated and demanding. I wish she had girlfriends, too, and I guess she does have a couple. But she prefers to spend time with the guys. Maybe it’s because they like things like swords.
I really should stop worrying, though. Clearly she can be her true self, and there will somebody–or a lot of somebodies–who will appreciate her for that.
The Year of Living Hopefully 