As we inch closer to this year’s Mother’s Day, I have been thinking a lot about my own mother and her favorite homemade craft that apparently I made just for my her: her two grandsons! It breaks my heart that I can’t just put my kids in the car and drive them over to her house with a basket of flowers next weekend with some finger painted Mom’s Day cards. Long gone are the days when moms and daughters live in the same neighborhood. Most don’t even live in the same state. I can’t just walk next door with my screaming baby and ask my mom for HELP much less hand deliver her a basket of flowers!
New moms are doing it on their own these days. I don’t know about you, but I did not grow up with a lot of babies around the house. If you had asked me while I was in labor what the difference was between A & D and Desitin, I would have told you to stop talking dirty to me. And if anyone taught me how to breastfeed, it was the internet. When I gave birth to my first son, my sweet Mom flew across the country enduring 2 layovers just to be with me or rather to meet her new grandbaby. Two weeks later when she and her suitcase boarded a plane to return home, not only did I burst into tears, but so did my baby. He knew that his mom, now alone in the driver’s seat, had no idea what the f**k she was doing and his tiny little brain surely was thinking, ‘how will we ever survive this?’ But somehow we did. We not only survived, but we went ahead and did it again, and now there are two screaming babies in the back of my car wondering if I know what I’m doing. What I found most helpful through those long sleepless, self doubting first few years, besides some great small batch of KY bourbon, was laughter. Lots of laughter. Crying and laughing (and drinking) with my new mommy friends! This is how we do it today. We share our stories, our heartbreaks and joys, and damnit we laugh. And drink. But we laugh more.
No one laughs harder than my newest mommy friend, Stacie Burrows! So together we wrote a show in hopes that we can share some of this laughter with you. Bring your Mom, bring your nanny, bring your reusable sanitary pads, because you will laugh!
Come and see I’m Not From Here But My Kids Are – Sunday, May 6th at 7pm at the Lyric Hyperion Theatre in Silverlake (Los Angeles).
There’s free parking and it’s only an hour and a half. Plenty of time for margaritas afterwards or to be home in bed by 9!
We promise it will be worth getting that babysitter, even if the babysitter sometimes calls himself Daddy!