Thursday, 31 May 2012
The Mother of all...Mothers.
Today is Mother’s Day! I really love Mother’s Day because I love brunch. Like a lot. It is seriously my favourite meal! Also, if you know me personally, you’ll know how important my mom is to me! She’s my person.*
I’ve always had her support for everything I’ve done (except my Value Village phase), especially with my career choice - something I think is so important for us actors. So, in case you’re the mother of an actor or you know someone who is, I’ve compiled a list of how to be emotionally supportive for your actor kid, based on all the things my mom did with me. Because I have the coolest mom, ever. No joke.
1. When, at 8 years old, I told my mom I wanted to do musical theatre camp, she pretty much told me - being as shy as I was - that I really, probably didn’t want to do musical theatre camp because it’s scary, and you have to perform for people and they judge you. (I swear I’m getting to the supportive stuff!! Hold on!) I persisted, and after her attempt to prepare me for what I was getting myself into, she bought me the sheet music from my favourite show EVER**, Annie, and helped me learn a song for my audition. Then proceded to drive me to the theatre every morning at 9am for 4 weeks out of summer…for the next 5 years.
2. Realizing that I had found my passion and no longer had any need for math…my mom helped me Google most of my homework throughout high school… This may actually be horrible advice - if you don’t condone cheating (even when you really, really hate math) then disregard #2 and skip to #3.
3. My mom played showtunes in the car. All the time. And I sang along. All the time. I didn’t know it at the time…but this was a huge sacrifice for my mother. Looking back, there was probably many an ear-shattering car ride for her.
4. After getting cut from the first round of all three auditions for Disneyland that we had traveled to L.A. for…my mom let me cry a lot, and then took my to Bubba Gumps where we had 7 different kinds of shrimp. It helps.
5. My mom was never pushy about my career choice and I never felt forced into auditions or classes. Her only conditions were that I tried my best, and she put a lot of emphasis on not wasting her time (driving me to and from auditions), my own time and the time of casting directors and agents. I am hugely grateful for this. I owe most of my work ethic and professionalism to my mom for instilling that in me.
6. Sometimes my mom slips really nice cards into my purse or on my bedside table. When I went to L.A. I found a pocket full of envelopes in my luggage dated for special days when she thought I might need a nice message from her. If nothing else, do this one. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy.
7. We’ve seen “Wicked” 3 times. Nuff said.
8. She fully supports the notion of marrying someone rich. Like, probably someone who’s mommy didn’t Google his homework for him.
9. My mom has come to every show I’ve ever been in, and usually brought flowers each time as well. Also, I had the “it takes a village” upbringing, and had a whole posse of my parents’ friends at each of my shows. There is no point even trying to describe how amazing that feels.
10. My mom gives the best hugs. Even when I know she’s tired, or has her own worries, my mom is there for every meltdown, every celebration, everything. And she tells me she believes in me.
I really don’t mean to brag, nor do I mean to make you feel sad that you didn’t get my mom. I’m sure your mom is great too. Definitely if she’s as great as mine, then do something nice for her, ok? Seriously. It’s her day!
One last point…which might seem a little less Mother’s Dayish…but if you’re an artist, and you don’t get the support and encouragement you need from your family (I sadly know so many people who don’t) then write me! Post your accomplishments here in a message, I’ll give you a pat on the back. We artists need to stick together, we need to support each other and I’d love for this to be a place for people to find positive reassurement and love. I’ve had a good example and a lot of practice…you can trust me with your hopes and dreams :) Ok. Enough with the mushy stuff. Go make your mom some pancakes.
*If you don’t know what I mean by “she’s my person” then you need to stop reading this blog, and go start Grey’s Anatomy from season 1. And then return as a more deserving, understanding blog reader. I mean it.
**In my defense, I was 8 and my exposure to the theatre was limited to Annie and Chicago…and it would be offensive for an 8 year old to sing Cell Block Tango at an audition.