And The Oscar Goes To........

I've been a major blog slacker for the past several weeks. It's been a crazy-busy start to Spring, and we're technically only two days in. I followed my husband out to L.A. during Oscar weekend (he worked and I played), danced and sang in my son's elementary school Variety Show, finally got serious about my article writing, and oh yeah, our house is on the market.

My little trip to LA LA Land, was a blast. A girlfriend of mine and her husband came along, and we leapt in with two feet. We did the Hollywood scene, got silly, stayed out WAY past our bedtime, and soaked in the celebrity vibe. It was fun to step out of our "mommy" shoes and see another world all together. On Saturday night we hit a very trendy spot, and held our own with the young and the restless. We reveled in the shock of the cute twenty-somethings when they found out we had five kids between us, and we were shocked to hear many of them confess they would gladly give up the Hollywood scene for a life with fun husbands and a batch of kids.
It was a kick. But at the end of the night I missed my kids and wished I could kiss them goodnight.
The last day there My husband and I were on our own. We lunched at the Ivy, watched a movie at the Mann's Chinese Theater, and just relaxed.
On the four hour flight home I often wondered what it would be like to really live that life. To be an actress, in the "scene”, surrounded by people who longed for your name on a piece of paper.

Then I got home, dropped my bags, obnoxiously hugged and kissed my boys, and re-connected with the life I have and love.
The very next night was the "opening night" of a quite elaborate variety show performed by parents of my son's school. We had practiced for weeks and spent many hours perfecting our numbers. I was in a couple bits, my favorite being a hip-hop number called "Girlz in the Hood". We were a group of very "street" Little Red Riding Hoods, wearing red doo-rags, tight black pants, and sparkly capes. I've danced all my life, and I had a blast being back on stage letting it all hang out.

Both my boys, my husband, and my sweet mother-in law came the first night, and from the stage I could see my little boys on the edge of their seats, jaws dropped, bodies still, eyes fixed. I think they were a little shocked and awed. They have never seen me move quite like that. After the show, the "cast" signed autographs on the kid’s show shirts and playbills.
There I stood looking like a superhero....suburban mom by day, hip-hopping fairytale character by night. The gym doors opened and in ran all the kiddos, looking for their favorite cast members.

We all stood around signing autographs for a long time. My boys were so proud and amazed that their mom was "famous", even if it was for a brief shining moment, and only to people under four feet tall.
But in that little moment it all became beautifully clear. To the people who matter the very most to me, I am a celebrity.
I may not have an Oscar or Tony (yet), but I daily strive to write, produce, direct, and star in one amazing drama... or comedy depending on the day. And even on the days when the show flops, the actors are prima donnas, and you want to close the curtain, it truly is the role of a lifetime.