I’m breaking a bit of news here.
Fair warning: It’s the kind of news that I will likely sneak into countless conversations for the next twenty years or so (because, well, the statute of limitations has run out on my Reality TV fame and my kids and spouse and friends and family and strangers say I’m not allowed to talk about that anymore).
Lucky for me I get another chance to become the Norma Desmond of the Suburban Sunset Boulevard.
You say insufferable …
I say …
(cue in visual of a victorious Mary Katherine Gallagher)
(hey now, if one is repeatedly called lame by their children on a daily basis, this is not bragging. Just wishful thinking.)
Honestly, we all know I have been (pitifully) regaling in my fifteen minutes of television notoriety for more than a (gulp) decade. It turns out I now have something different to go on and on (and on and on) about for the next ten years.
While not exactly Eyerollingmom: The Musical, a most humbling of honors has come my way.
One of the obvious pitfalls of being a writer/blogger is the unavoidable consequence of personal exposure. You put yourself out there with every written word and – if successful – you can incite genuine feelings in your readers.
If you’re me – and have made the conscious decision to divulge personal parenting truths AND at the same time raise literate children – you know at some point these kids might actually read some of your stuff one day.
And likely … they’ll be pissed.
Eventually, though, your kids might mature (might) and perhaps if you’re lucky, one day think you’re kinda sorta (a lil bit) cool. Fingers crossed, this will become one of those times.
A while back I wrote about my daughter, who was thirteen at the time. When the piece, “The Thinking Girl’s Thong,” was published, it duly enraged her once she caught wind of it. Naturally since that time I’ve found countless and creative other ways of ruining her life so really, we’re good now.
Still, it was – and is – one of my favorite pieces of writing I’ve ever produced.
Here’s why she can’t be mad about it ever again: The essay has been selected to be a part of the “Listen to Your Mother” series of shows that have been staged throughout the country for the past few years. “LTYM” is coming to Boston for the first time later this spring and I have been invited to be one of the inaugural “performers” and read my adored ode to my favorite teen queen.
I will be joined by fourteen other inspirational writers shining a deserved spotlight on all that is good and real and true about the phenomenon of being moms. The good, the bad (the wine?) and the lessons needed to be shared.
So … if you are a friend …
Or a (blog) follower …
Or a (Reality TV) fan … (I kid, I kid)
I cordially invite you to “Listen to Your Mother, Boston,” a show devoted to “Giving Motherhood a Microphone,” on Saturday, April 26.
Get gussied up …
and grab your guy …
or grab a girlfriend (or seven) …
or better still (if you are so, so damn lucky) grab your mom …
And come commemorate Mother’s Day the way it should be: with moms, praising moms, celebrating moms. Truth: Nobody rocks the way we do.
At the very least, check out the event (in 32 cities!) and raise a glass to tales of motherhood, warts and all:
(…and, a promise: if I do not faint on stage, I will be graciously accepting celebratory beverages after the show — at which time you may absolutely hand down a cease and desist order of when I must stop talking about this)
Spread this awesome news, share my Facebook page and treat yourself to a mighty mom time!