I have been avoiding writing this post for weeks at this point.
Outside of the reality that I’m busy, I have no other excuse for not writing this sooner. For the past three months, I’ve been the mother of Agwe, the God of Water. Now I must admit, it’s been kind of cool being the Mother of a God, but this came with some interesting challenges and moments of self-discovery.
Over the past four years, I have learned to allow my children the opportunity to explore their interests and passions as much as they would like. This is a major part of our homeschool lifestyle. The kids are free to explore their passions. Cherrie knows more than the average person knows about cute fluffy animals of all types and well, Marshall knows more then the average person knows about all things Broadway.
Agwe enters our life
That brings us to our current journey. Follow me in this condensed version of the past three months. In August, Marshall asked to audition for “Once on this Island.” In his words, “It’s just for audition experience mom.” First very big lesson learned. There is NO such thing as audition experience. Parents, if your kids ever say this do not fall for it. They have to be prepared for the role, you know in case they get it, like my kid did. Now what I didn’t really know (at the time) was that Norm Lewis, who is one of Marshall’s idols, is on youtube singing “Rain” the one song my child wanted to sing. His entire world was made when he was offered the role.
Let me interject right here what happened in MY world when this moment took place. I started my Masters Degree program right around this time. We were making a decision on where to live, do we leave where we are and move north or stay put? Do we let Marshall do this show? It’s sixty miles one way to rehearsals, that’s 120 miles round trip. Seriously, how crazy is this going to be? I have two conferences coming up, who is going to get him to rehearsal when I go out of town? ~Did you notice I didn’t say anything like “Oh Yay You got the part you really, really wanted and congratulations son!”
We (my husband and I) made the decision to allow Marshall to take on this role. It was supposed to challenge him. This role would be unlike anything he has ever done. I devised a plan. I researched the library hours and found ways to entertain Cherrie while Marshall was in weekly rehearsals. I made plans for the kids to stay with my cousin when I was going out of town. I started making freezer meals. Like I went nuts organizing my entire life in a way that would make any planner excited. And then life happened.
I attended three business conferences, the kids had major projects to present to us on the civil rights era, we had a death in the family, I started counselling with a spiritual advisor and my marriage took a turn for the better. The level of growth that was experienced over the last three months was amazing. I juggled doctor’s appointments with Children’s Healthcare on our family’s weight loss (or current lack thereof) journey. We started ACT prep courses, I made As in all my classes. I maintained our weekly chiropractic visits and handled Cherrie’s narcolepsy episodes. All of this in three months…
Fast forward to tonight.
It’s the evening after show number twelve (12). Yup! You read that right. Marshall was Agwe, the God of Water for 2 weekends and a total of twelve shows. The cast was amazing, and the directors were correct he absolutely did grow during this show. We saw multiple shows in the Atlanta theatre circuit during this time and he even began working on his own show. I managed to keep all nervous breakdowns to a minimum. Our on the road travels got to the point we have a “regular order” at Starbucks, we’ve picked a new favorite Chic-fil-a and we anticipated seeing Isaac, the manager at Wendy’s after rehearsals on Friday nights. Our life in the car became a new normal.
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t all bad. We had fun trying out a few of the Marriott hotels in North Atlanta. We started picking our stay based on the quality of their breakfast selection! We had favorite libraries and tried many new restaurants. At one point we were vlogging our weekend stays, but honestly, it was all too much.
I’m often asked why I allowed him to do this show?
Well, it’s simple. There is no feeling like tearing up every single time you see your kid on a stage. The chills that run down your spine when you close your eyes and imagine what it will be like the night he takes his first bows in his first Broadway show. It’s for those moments that I live for. It’s all apart of the process. Being a momager requires sacrifice and a willingness to believe in your child the same way you believe in yourself.