Stage Monster

Stage Mom. Those words have come to represent the most deplorable type of parent there is. She is pushy, loud, selfish, frustrated by her own mediocrity, deluded by what she perceives to be the talent of her children. She is cut throat and calculating. Never nurturing. In the end she will steal all of her children's money, which is especially sad because her race to stardom will lead her children to drug addiction. She is larger than life. A MONSTER.

Yet here I am trying to be a stage mother. Some thing about the this caricature is appealing to me because it is so unlike me. It is like putting on a towel on your head like a turban and doing a Norma Desmond impersonation. It is a funny hat I some times want to wear.

I have three sons. J, who is 6 years old. S is 4 years old and Baby Q is only 6 months. When J was 6 months he had an agent. Unfortunately for me my beautiful baby boy was not as good natured as he was beautiful. If your baby can't be put down on the floor without crying you will probably never have the chance to be a stage mom.

S was spared most of my attempts at stardom. Having two kids under the age of three in the house and working full time is work enough. In fact I know from my experience with J that the Children's Division at Ford Models prefers that a parent not a care giver be the one taking children on auditions. S is also painfully shy. He loves to sing and dance but hates for anyone to watch him doing it. Interestingly my little ball of contradictions also loves attention. I am convinced that he will be "the one" to focus all my stage mom energy on eventually.

But until then I am focusing on Baby Q. He is terribly cute and has the best disposition for a baby ever. A double threat. So now if I can only finish labeling these photos of him, I am confident that someone out there will agree to represent him.