Posts Tagged ‘listen to your mother’
Wednesday, November 6th, 2013
Two-and-a-half years ago, I took part in something that still, when I think about it, gives me happy shivers.
I put myself out there.
My words. My self.
One of my proudest moments came in May of 2011, when I read a personal essay in front of a LA audience for Listen to Your Mother, a national show about, well, motherhood.
Talk about empowering. I was among an incredible, talented cast whose stories about being a mother, or having a mother made all in attendance laugh, nod their heads, and more than a few times, grab Kleenex for tears.
Southern California has been without a show the past two years. So my friend Ciaran Blumenfeld and I started talking about bring one here. Could we do it? Could we pull it off?
And we ended up with the same thought: how could we NOT do it? So along with a very talented writer, Katherine Kotkin, we applied.
When I got the congratulations email from National Director Ann Imig, I might have peed my pants. Then again, after three kids, shifting in my chair could have the same results. But this was from jumping up and down and shrieking.
SO excited. SO FREAKING EXCITED! Listen to Your Mother will be here in The OC in 2014!
Those of you who have been lucky enough to participate in a show or simply go to one understand why. The power, the emotion, the truth of what voices of motherhood bring is something you will never forget.
We have six months. The show will be right around Mother’s Day. You won’t want to miss it. Bring your girlfriends. Bring your mother.
We will have information in the coming months about how YOU can audition for the show. That’s right. You. Just like I did, I’m going to ask you to step out of your comfort zone. Imagine how you’ll feel after (here’s my thoughts).
But today is for celebration. Something important – something lifechanging – is going to happen right here in The OC.
I can’t wait.
Wednesday, June 29th, 2011
Apparently, I’ve been a bad, bad mommy.
That’s right. I let my kid get a mohawk. He wanted one, it’s summer, he’s a boy – and he LOVES it. And guess what? So do I. I think he looks adorable. He’s 7. It’s only hair. It’ll grow back.
My neighbor, whose 10 year-old son gets a mohawk every year for the week of Boy Scout camp, told me he gets it shaved off at the end of the week. Because she’d never let him go out and public like that.
Me? I’m THAT mom.
That adorable little boy holding his new puzzle is none other than my two year-old. Yes, he’s in a movie theater for the first time. Yes, he’s about to see Cars 2. Yes, he watched the entire movie. No, it never occurred to me AT ALL that it was violent – until I got a few tweets asking about it. Including one tweet where the woman’s preschoolers were scared of the movie because of all the violence.
So I thought back and yeah, I guess there was a lot of shooting and explosions. It didn’t faze X. Or any of my kids. They’ve seen Star Wars. They have water guns and light sabers and swords. And X is a third child. He’s seen a lot of stuff the older two didn’t at his age. Nothing awful, we’re not watching stuff with monsters or rated R violence. Frankly, I think the voodoo stuff in Princess and the Frog was much scarier than Cars 2.
But that’s just me.
I’m THAT mom.
And now for something completely different.
A time when I was a good Mommy. The video from my Listen To Your Mother reading is up. Actually, they are all available, and I encourage you to listen to these amazing women as we lift our voices on behalf of motherhood. It remains one of the proudest and most inspiring moments of my life. I hope you think so, too.
Tuesday, May 3rd, 2011
Today’s RemembeRED prompt from The Red Dress Club asks us to write something about ourselves of which we are proud. There are many things I could choose from: moments from my career, having two home births, running two marathons…
It’s not always been easy to say, “I’m proud of myself.” I don’t remember my parents saying they were proud of me when I was growing up. So feeling proud of myself is an uncomfortable feeling. But as I’ve gotten older, it’s become easier. Healthier, too.
Sunday I left my house at 4:45 in the morning and drove to Newport Beach to run a half-marathon for which I didn’t train. It was a cloudless day and the sky melted into the ocean. Perfection. And since we didn’t train, we took our time. In the last mile when a young woman collapsed right next to us – my friend’s sister who had just come out to run us in helped her, and we found a medic. Then we continued on and finished together in the slowest half we’ve ever run. But we were proud, because not everyone can roll out of bed and run 13.1 miles without training – and we did just that.
I was home for only an hour, barely enough time to shower and change and drive up to LA for the Listen To Your Mother show, of which I was a cast member. I got to sit on stage at the Rosenthal Theater for Inner City Arts with 14 other amazing women and listened as they read stories they’d written about motherhood. I was truly humbled by the incredible talent – and proud, INCREDIBLY proud, to be part of this group.
Here is the piece I read. (more…)
Tuesday, April 19th, 2011
All she wanted was a bio.
You know, a few paragraphs about myself.
So I sat there. And sat. Sat some more. Got up, grabbed some Cadbury mini eggs, sat again. Crunched. Sat.
This shouldn’t be so hard.
I mean, I blog, which by definition makes me a bit of a narcissist, right? I talk about myself, my family, my viewpoint. And I do it so other people can read it.
But to have to sum up my life, to crow about my accomplishments…this leaves me tongue-tied. Or finger-tied. Whatever.
Makes me wonder if this is a woman thing. A mom thing, even. (more…)
Tuesday, April 5th, 2011
I always encourage bloggers to get out of their comfort zone, to try something different. Especially when it comes to writing.
Do fiction! Do memoir!
Write about the tough stuff! Be vulnerable! Take a chance!
Put yourself out there!
So Saturday, I took my own advice and put myself out there. (more…)