We did it. Listen To Your Mother NYC happened, it really did, and it was even more than I had hoped.
You might think that before the show that we were panicked. But we weren’t. I was more certain that this show would be a success than any show I have ever worked on. Sure, emotions were high backstage, but we gathered for one last pep talk knowing that we were about to share incredible stories with an audience that was so ready to hear them. There was nothing but joy.
I haven’t felt that way since my wedding day: here is a room full of love, ready to celebrate, ready to soar.
My only regret was that we didn’t have 200 more seats to sell. But the YouTube channel will have all the performances up by this summer, and until then, you can watch the hundred stories that are already part of the canon. (Warning: clear your schedule first! It’s hard to stop watching once you start.)
Every single woman and man on that stage left her or his comfort zone in a different way. And there wasn’t one of us who didn’t feel utterly transformed by the experience. It was so great I’m considering piling into the car on Friday to go see Philly’s LTYM show. I want to be in a room like that again.
By seven p.m last night, I had closed down the cast party with the last few of us not yet ready to leave cloud nine. When I got home, my three children ran to the door to greet me, to ask how it was, to hold me tight, to present me with this token of their gratitude for having me as their mother:
and I said to my husband “You didn’t have to make them do that,” and he said, “I didn’t, they really wanted to.”
And then within five minutes I was hip-deep in gym bags and permission slips and soccer cleats, the typical Sunday night madness, like the show had never happened. And I was so sorry to wake up this morning with the show in my rear view mirror. But it changed me. It changed all of us who were privileged to have our stories heard. My deepest thanks to everyone who helped make it happen.
If you live in Spokane, Philadelphia, San Francisco, Madison, or northwest Indiana, you can still see this year’s shows. Don’t miss them.
Time to announce the winner of the Fresh Direct gift card: Melanie! I’ll be contacting you by email.