Tucking my kids into bed last night their final words to me were not just music to my ears, I was full of giddy joy, one proud mama.
No, they didn’t confess their love to me, tell me how great I am, or ask to take out the garbage. They each looked at me with their big brown eyes and said, I can’t wait for the Oscars tomorrow mama, said my daughter. Me too, mama. I am so excited for the Oscars, chimed in my son.
I did give birth to these two if there was ever any question.
It took me back. Do they love this annual event because their mom does? Do they truly care like I do? Were they excited for the same reasons as their mom? Not for the dresses and red carpet glitter but the movie clips, long winded speeches, quirky blunders, the emotion of it all. Do I set that much of an example?
I guess it’s a good thing I’m into movies and not women’s mud wrestling. But then my husband would be excited about the evening’s event now wouldn’t he?
by J.G. McGlothern