Rambles, Musings, and Other Attempts of Writing

My Daughters

As some of you may already know, I have fictional sons.

 (Cue dramatic gasps of shock.)

In addition to my sons, I also have daughters. My theatre daughters.

I "adopt" younger girls who I do plays and musicals with. It honestly started as a joke because of my motherly actions towards certain people, but now I have over 60 daughters. There's enough of them for me to turn into an army and take over a small island.

Their ages range from four to the age right below me, but most of them are seven or eight. Some of them actually do refer to me as "Mom" or "Mother" or even "Drama Mama". When I met one of their actual mothers for the first time, the little girl introduced me by saying, "Lindsey, this is my Mom". I had to explain to that poor, confused woman what she meant and that her daughter was not trying to replace her.

But anyways, I am a really proud mom. I make sure to go see them perform in other shows and recitals. I'll make little coloring sheets for them. I give piggy back rides and make sure everyone's healthy and happy backstage during shows. I can also be a super affectionate person, but only towards people who I'm comfortable with and I know will be comfortable with me being affectionate. With my younger girls, I'll usually kiss them on the top of their heads and hug on them. With my older girls, we'll text back and forth a lot, talking about whatever and giving advice.

I have this one daughter who's in the grade below me, but we share the same name. It was a weird yet cool experience for both of us when we met, because we had never met anyone else who had the same name as us, much less with the exact same spelling. Now whenever I'm introducing her to my friends, I'll go "This is my daughter. I named her after myself because I knew she would be something great one day, and I was right."

(The two of us got cracked up when she got cast as the Queen of Hearts in Alice in Wonderland, where I was helping out with. I had played the Queen of Hearts before, and it sort of felt like history was repeating itself. I was assigned to help her with her role, and I taught her everything I knew. She killed it onstage. I was so proud.)

Oh, and I also have a theatre nephew. He's the "adopted" son of one of my friends, who calls herself my sister. While I'm definitely a Cool Mom™, I'm more like the Embarrassing Aunt™ to him. One time, I was on the board at an audition, and I totally embarrassed him. He had written down that he "spoke British" on his resume, and I told the others to ask him what was the British translation of their names and to say something in British. He knew that I put them it to up, his expression was priceless. (But he didn't stay mad at me for long because I convinced the director that he was a perfect fit for a role that he ended up loving.)

Anyways, sorry about the randomness of this chapter. I'm just a really proud mama today, and this would be the part if I was talking to someone in real life where I pulled out my phone and started showing everyone the entire album of photos I have dedicated to my talented, precious daughters and nephew. But mostly my daughters.