Including me. Not sounding like her, not sounding like my sister, but sounding like…me.
Today, thirty years after finding my voice, I was selected to participate in the Listen to Your Mother Show. The production brings together a patchwork of bloggers and parent-bloggers of varying ages, ethnicities, abilities and backgrounds to speak the words we have confided to the online world, but have not yet given voice. Our stories and the ways in which we deliver them in this spoken word performance will be as different as we are from each other.
While an honor and exciting, this selection is also humbling. Better writers than me auditioned; not all were selected, and certainly better writers than me are in this show. Realizing all of this, my reluctant-singer-self whispered "But what if I’m not like the others…what if I’m different, what if…"
Then mom’s encouragement echoed in my mind "Oh, everyone can sing…”
She was right: everyone...
Everyone has a story. Everyone has a voice; and there’s beauty in them all. Not because of their likeness, but because of the richness their differences bring. The neat thing is that Listen to Your Mother weaves all of these differences together to create a tapestry that reflects who we are as individuals, as families, as friends, and as a community built on different, beautiful stories and voices.
And I get to be part of it..how cool is that?
Thanks mom…even now, you’re still helping me find my voice.
P.S. You're invited to the show because my mom would want you to be there. Okay, maybe I'm putting words in her mouth, but you should come. Click here for show info.