Monday, October 13, 2003

Life Lessons


And with the good, comes the bad. TinyTuna is not Annie. TinyTuna is not an Orphan. TinyTuna isn't even in the chorus. I have to admit I'm not at all surprised about the first statement, a bit baffled by the second, and absolutely flummoxed by the third. She is going to be crushed and I'm expecting an onslaught of tears tonight. Even worse, two of her best friends made the play and she did not, so I worry that some overly excited mother is going to spill the news before I can get to her for damage control. These are the days it sucks big rocks to be a parent.

And I've been there. I've been through enough auditions, professional and otherwise to know that there are times you get the gig, and there are times that you don't -- often for no particular reason whatsoever. It's an important life lesson to learn, but it's hard and it hurts, and she's only nine. There isn't a lot I can say except I love her, and there will always be another play. Looking on the bright side, she will have more time to concentrate on Amahl between now and then, and vocally, it will be much better for her. But I know she isn't going to buy that right now. She is going to be sad, and realistically, she gets to be sad for awhile. But honestly, there is nothing worse than seeing your kid when they are hurting and knowing that ultimately there isn't anything you can do but be a shoulder to cry on and wait for time to heal the hurt.
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