As Shaun and I were dodging a car coming straight for us in the Safeway parking lot, I realized that If I were to die, the last post that you would read was about my cootchie and my boobs. As great as a book that would make for my daughters to write about me after I die, ‘My Mother, her Coochie, and the Blog she wrote…’ I sort of didn’t want to go out that way.
Today is Kara’s final day of her 2 week (but feels like 6 week) play she has been in. It’s based on “Ever After” with Drew Barrymoore. We waited until the last showing, not because we know the final show is going to be better than all the others, but because we are lazy parents. We are, right now, debating if we should go or just drop the flowers off backstage with a card. She only has 3 words in the whole play. *sigh* Yeah, we will go. Because, damn it…we support her.
Actually, I am proud of her. From the second she was born she has NEVER been afraid of being the center of attention. She started ‘acting’ when she was 4 years old in a ‘Disney’ type of play. She went to talent shows and sang in front of strangers and even at the school in front of people she KNEW. I would go and watch to make sure no one made fun of her. I would beat them to death if they tried.
Last year she got the lead in Alice and Wonderland. This year, being a freshman she had to take a lesser role. I’m almost certain by the time she’s a senior in high school she will be RUNNING the drama classes herself. WHICH, will be nice because the damn drama teacher needs a swift kick in the ass for keeping the kids every single day for 5 hours after school…AND on Halloween..to ‘practice’.
And, I better walk out the door in 4 minutes or I am going to be late for this wonderfully, WELL practiced…play.
*** UPDATE ***
Everyone showed up for the play and it was great. My daughter ROCKS!