Lady Gaga has done it again. She’s left us all speechless. And that’s why I like her so much. Because she continues to do the kinds of things that others can only hope to do. Only most others’ hopes lack the creativity and imagination that has made Lady Gaga one of pop’s most flamboyant performers ever.
I watched her eggs-traordinary entrance into this year’s Grammys alongside my pregnant wife. We sat in stunned silence as she was carried down the red carpet in a translucent egg. Then watched with anticipation a bit later as she made her way to the stage the exact same way — carried in the egg that would hatch her onto the stage. Born this way? You could say that. But as my wife watched, she was left with only one question.
“What if she were triplets?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“What if Lady Gaga were triplets? Think how much harder it would have been to carry that egg.”
She ought to know. She’s carried three babies before. And carrying them was much harder than carrying the one child she’s now carrying. Lady Gaga, however, is a singleton. And what a singleton she is, something she displayed in full effect as she came out of her egg to perform her new song, “Born this Way.” She put on quite a show and proved that she was, indeed, born one of a kind.
So in that regard, I suppose it’s good that she wasn’t one of three. But even if she were, individuality would not have been a factor. Though, I must confess, that was one of our biggest concerns when Caroline was carrying three babies. How would we tell them apart? Would we confuse them? Would they lack individuality?
But I’m happy to report that from word go, they could not have been any more different. Sam’s a bouncy little monster who makes funny noises and has a knack for mischief. Jack is a pensive fellow who likes to cuddle, put together jigsaw puzzles and play with his matchbox cars. And Kirby? She’s the glue that binds them together. The tiniest of our trio, she’s still their unquestioned and outspoken leader — the glue that binds all three.
So our fears were ill conceived. And this time, of course, we have no such worries about individuality lost in the shuffle. After all, there’s just one little being inside Caroline’s belly. And though I’d wager it’s a stretch that our child will have the mind-boggling originality that Lady Gaga has, we now know one thing for certain.
Every little baby who takes his first breath immediately becomes a unique little person by virtue of the fact that it’s he who takes that first breath. And not someone else.
We’re all individuals. We’re born that way. Even when we’re born alongside a couple of siblings.