Stage Mother

Some months ago, we had professional pictures taken of CityBaby. A local photography studio, Signature Photography, was offering a program that a donation to our local children's hospital would provide a studio session in exchange. It is a great cause and the studio is owned by a family friend. The pictures came out amazing. CityBaby was well behaved and compliant considering there were several costume changes. We were thrilled with everything.

Cut to yesterday. We receive a call from the studio. They wanted to know if we could bring CityBaby in for a shoot for some ads for a local campaign they want to run in newspapers, magazines, etc. Um, sure. When you an opportunity lands in your lap, you have to take it. The stars were aligned since it was President's Day and we had a whole day ahead of us.

Now, I would be lying if I didn't tell you that I thought my child was the most beautiful, well-behaved, smartest child in existence. And he gets it all from me, natch. But, realistically, I have never thought he could make it as a runway model and Milan is only on his itinerary as part of an international teen tour one day. Stage mother material, I am not. Yet, here I was taking direction from a photographer on what outfits to bring and what time to be there for a casting call. I hardly recognized myself when I threw a bunch of clothes in a shopping bag and hit the road. And, I pretty much had an out of body experience as I dressed him through three costume changes, combed down his cowlick and stood behind the photographer's lense making bird noises and telling him to laugh.

Maybe stage mother isn't such a stretch afterall.