I’m pretty sure all the other parents who sat along with me on the edge of our collective seats and watched our kids perform this week, each thought their kids were totally heads and shoulders better than the rest…but they were SO wrong. Because you see, it was MY super awesome kids that totally rocked The Rubicon Theater and blew the socks off of everyone else on stage. Yes. Mine. (OK, The Fisherman may have had something to do with it. But today… I’m taking most of the credit.)
But my kids, although super excited about their own performances, were like this….. oh my gosh, Mom ~ everyone did a great job! I think Matty did great at the fight scene and my friend Lily really nailed that part where she had to look super scared and run away. Hmmmmm….then there was me…. the ‘adult’…. just being a horrible example as I kept telling them how super awesome they were and how proud I was of them. (Yes, kind of with the attitude of who cares about those other little beasts, it was MY progeny that ruled the stage!!! Sort or embarrassing to admit, but true.)
Then, my sweetest girl ever said this: Mom, I think the very best part of this acting class was when teacher Karen taught us how important it is to really show support to all of the cast since we are a team. It helps us to be able to explore our character more openly and try stuff on stage when we know the whole rest of the cast will be cheering us on and believing in us. Maybe I can have her explain it to you, the way she did to us? And, just in case I thought she was full of it and just spouting off to make me feel like a terrible unkind parent, we went back for our last class party today…. Yep, you guessed it! 13 of the most awesome, kind and wonderful kids ever all ran in together to congratulate each other on a great job. And what I heard was a bunch of sweet humble kids, pointing out their friend’s wonderful work on stage and loving and encouraging and congratulating each other. Every single kid there, was specifically and genuinely telling the others the greatest parts of what they saw in them and how proud they were of them. I didn’t note one of them looking around trying to spout off about themselves. Nobody in the whole group looked or acted as if they hadn’t been properly noticed and needed more glory or attention than the others. These kids went far beyond nailing their parts in the play. What they got the most right was being a human being who was caring, really deeply caring about another human being’s heart and soul.
So, if your pride/ego ever gets way out of control… or if you need to realize your inherent worth and feel totally accepted, go hang out around a group of 9 – 14 year old stage actors for awhile. They will straighten your stuff right out.