One might think that my daughter suffered from dissociative disorder, with all the personalities that spilled forth when she was a child.
One never knew at any given time who might pop out.
The woman who always checked us out at the grocery store was known to ask who she was that day.
Once it happened, there were generally clues, such as dress or demeanor as to who had appeared, but length of time the other personality made reside was always a guess.
In the morning she may have been Dorothy complete with gingham dress and ruby slippers, but by the afternoon she may have transformed into Laura Ingalls, with bonnet and pre-braces (the polite way of saying bucked toothed Melissa Gilbert).
Her personalities ran the gamut from Shira, Princess of Power to Atreyu, the Warrior of The Neverending Story.
Atreyu was actually pretty impressive. AURYN was an old peace sign on a leather string. Her costume was a one piece jumper that she could unbutton to show AURYN. She used an wide suede watchband of mine from the 70’s as Atreyu’s armband. Falkor, the luckdragon was a stuffed dog with floppy ears.
Once when I had to send her to her room she went in as a rather pissed off NeNé, but when I went to check on her a bit later, I found Sleeping Beauty asleep in her reading chair.
I think by far her best personality was Arielle, the mermaid. My mom or sister, not sure which anymore, made her a mermaid outfit that she eventually wore slap out. When she donned the magic costume, she also added her well worn Blankie as her long hair.
I would pin it under her chin and she would toss it back in the manner of Cher. Arielle would then mount the rock jutting from the ocean and sing the most heartfelt rendition of “Part of Your World” one had ever heard. I would wait with bated breath for the moment when she would rise up with the music crescendo. I could see the waves crashing all around her.
She always put on a fabulous show.
NeNé began to integrate around age 6. The other personalities made less and less appearances until I noticed they came no more. Being someone different was now regulated to Halloween, theme days at school and costume parties.
I still have the little mermaid and Atreyu’s outfits. I keep them stored with the last thin remnant of Blankie. Every now and then I run across them when cleaning out closets.
All the organization gurus say that I should get rid of them, but I wouldn’t trade that closet space for anything.
As soon as I see those costumes, I am transported to the days of NeNé’s multiple personalities and the magic they created. Sometimes I can even hear Falkor’s hearty laugh or the ocean crashing around me. Magic indeed. That was one psychiatric diagnosis I could live with.
And Happy MOTHER’S Day to you! Awesome way to transport me back in time. I love it!
I was going through the albums looking for some of the photos I took of her during that time period and found a couple of your kids as I remember them! I’ll have to send them to you.