I came across this post last week from the very real and funny writer of “Renegade Mothering.” Her tag line is “Join me in the fight against helpful parenting.” What’s not to love? My kid is 17 now, but I so wish I’d had her in my corner when he was little. But the beauty of her writing is that it’s helpful even if you don’t have kids. Like this post below. I will be back in January, with humor, anger, and ready to fight like hell for all that is good and right. In the meantime, I hope you find this post about her son’s courage as helpful and inspiring as I did. I wish everyone happy holidays, courage, and love.
Last week, my 11-year-old son Rocket hopped into the car after school and handed me a piece of paper as he said, “I want to be in the school play.”
“Oh yeah,” I said, “cool!” But then I looked at the paper. It was a permission slip for auditions. My eyes widened.
“What do you have to do to audition?” I asked, scanning the paper, suppressing mild panic, then realizing: “Dude you have to sing a song!”
“I know,” he said, all casual.
“Wait. Do have to do it on a stage in front of PEOPLE?”
“Well, awesome!” I said, and started driving to mask my vague horror at the prospect. (Motherhood protective reactions are not uniformly rational. I have realized this over the past 15 years.)