Putting up a poster in your bedroom as a kid is like putting up a stamp of your own personality. Sure, your mother may have painted your room a colour you didn’t like or put up flowered wallpaper everywhere, but with a few posters, it was all good. It’s kind of a right of passage, isn’t it?
When I was my daughter’s age, I had my bedroom plastered with ballet posters. And likely a (young) John Stamos in there too. But after spending most of my elementary school years being referred to as a “teacher’s pet” and a “square” (remember that show Square Pegs?), I had changed my idols by the time I hit teenage years. Instead, I had moved on to dark moody types like the Depeche Mode band and rebellious types like Billy Idol. And although these posters continued to change and morph over time, one thing stayed the same — they were a public announcement of who I was, or at least who I wanted to be perceived as.
Now Stella has put up her first posters. (Correction: her first posters that are not Pokemon characters.) Here they are:
Can you recognize them from this picture? It’s Canadian astronauts Julie Payette and Robert Thirsk. I have to admit, it cracks me up big time. But at the same time, every time I walk by those posters, I say a little prayer: “Please, oh please, let these still be her idols when she’s a teenager!”
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