A few weeks ago my daughter was proclaimed a star... at her preschool. The whole thing filled me with anxiety. It combines all the mom things I totally suck at --producing crafts and baked goods. Last year I at least got to do something I'm good at -- read a story. But this year my daughter took over that role and read a book to the class. Yes I'm really proud of her that she can read. But let's talk about ME!
First and biggest anxiety was to produce a poster of my daughter's life. I thought the first part will be easy. I'm tech savvy like many Silimom and so I figure I can upload photos to Costco and get them printed. I learned the hard way that printing photos yourself sucks up oodles of my time and produces worse photos.
But the Costco website wouldn't take my password and wouldn't email me my password. I felt doomed. I can't even succeed at the one part I thought I could cover. I panic and start to write this post. As I'm writing FINALLY the password arrives. I felt like a total idiot because my password is completely stupid. I change my password to something less stupid. Since I've just publicly announced I have an account at Costco.
The poster turned out to be pretty good. It helps that my daughter can cut things herself now. I actually can't cut properly. Ironically using scissors to cut out shapes is one of the tests for Kindergarten Readiness. Good thing neither Bryn Mawr nor Haas asked me for this test. :)
But another star moment for my daughter was when she sang in the Assembly at preschool. She knew all the words and all the motions and she sang her little heart out. But again I had the anxiety of trying to capture the moment on camera and not doing so well at that either.
Which brings me back to American Idol. I already blogged about several reasons why the show appeals to me. But I had forgotten that one big appeal for me is that I feel proud and maternal in a lesser but similar when "my idols" do well. Maybe one of the reasons I like Sanjaya so much is that he sorta reminds me of my brother at the same age. And Melinda just seemed so sweet. Okay I'm not quite old enough to be Melinda's mother unless I had her as a young teen. Even so.
During those weeks I got to be a proud stage mama with no real consequences and very little of the anxiety. Yes I'm sad that neither Melinda nor Blake won. But all I had to do was call a few times on the phone. I did call for an hour and a half with Blake for the finale. I knew it was a losing battle. Jordin just outsang him that night. But I did what I thought was right. I'm sure they'll all do fine.
I suspect I will buy Blake's album to hear what he does with his songs but I doubt I'll go to any top ten Idol's concert. It would sorta ruin the illusion for me that they're my kids. Yes I'm the Paula Abdul sort of watcher. So sue me. But please don't break my nose.
Crossposted to Silicon Valley Moms Blog