With friends like these…
Tickets for Listen to Your Mother The OC went on sale a week or so ago.
I went through my email list and did something I never do: I sent out a mass email. Only it wasn’t random. Not even close.
I chose moms I admire. Moms with whom I have shared stories, gotten advice and commiserated.
Softball moms. Soccer moms. Baseball moms. School moms. Old friends moms.
Co-directing/producing Listen to Your Mother The OC is truly a labor of love. There is nothing more sacred then someone trusting you with their story. And in turn, they can feel not so alone.
Community. That is what mothers do. We form communities. Whether it’s to carpool, babysit, someone to have a glass of wine or a latte or a hard run with, confess our worst parenting nightmares, our concerns about our kids’ behavior or issues at school, to help through a crumbling marriage, cancer, pregnancy, cheer on our successes and those of our children – everything that comes along with being a mother, we know we are part of a larger group. A group who understands. Who’s been there, either literally or physically. Or just to hold a hand.
When my first child was an infant, I remember sitting in the glider rocker in his room nursing him in those silent hours before dawn, and knowing that all over the world, there were women doing the exact same thing.
Even when we are alone, we are never truly alone.
So I sent that email, and I felt a little guilty about asking my friends to buy tickets to come see the show. Almost apologetic. And then came the return emails and texts and personal conversations.
At 4 p.m. April 27th at Ebell Club in Santa Ana, 14 cast members will take the stage to share their own stories. In the audience will be many of my friends. My community, joining with the larger community that is Listen to Your Mother.
I am humbled by their support. Beyond thankful. And thrilled because I know they will be inspired and moved and amazed by what they will hear.
Maybe, they’ll also realize they are not alone.