So my 7-year-old son is in theater camp this week and there’s a performance Friday afternoon for family and friends to cap off the week. I pick him up on Monday and he announces he’s playing the Wolf in his group’s production. The leader hands me the script with a smile, “He’ll need to have his lines memorized by Friday.” I slide it into his bag and we start home.
“I get to wear a wolf costume!” Will it have a tail? Will I get to wear a mask? He was zeroed-in on Everything Wolf during the short car ride home.
Figuring we should rehearse, I pull out the script and my eyes progressively widen as I go through it. He’s the LEAD with like 20+ lines!!!!! And this ain’t no cutsie play either. It’s ridiculous, with references to Shakespeare and humour even I barely get!
Sample:
“Skakespig: A bell by any other name would chime as sweet. A bell, a bell, my pigdom for a bell.
WOLF: Hey, in there—It’s the Big, Bad Wolf. Get up off those curly tails, pack your suitcases, and get ready to move out, ’cause I’m gonna huff, and puff, and blow your house down!”
Three.Typed.Pages.Plus.
Trying to mask my fear for him, for me—for the entire production, I manage to eek out, “Honey, these are a lot of lines to learn. You know you can’t read it from the paper, right? Maybe you’d like to be the person that shouts ‘Make-up!’ instead?”
(Oh please, Oh please, let him pick the person who has five repetitive lines…)
“I want to be the wolf. It’s the only wild animal in the play Mom!”
We ran through the script a few times, me humoring him for the time being while trying to plot a way to save him…and the play. He just turned 7 and the kids range in age from 7 to 12! He’s the youngest in the group. To my astonishment, he didn’t do too bad on the read-through. When I asked him to read it through for his Dad, he replies, “I can’t. I’m embarrassed.”
“Dear, you realize you’re going to be doing this in front of A LOT of people on Friday, right?!”
I figured I’d speak to the leader when I picked him up from camp on Tuesday. Maybe there was another role he could get excited about?
After tentatively voicing my concerns, Cheery Leader responds:
“Oh your son’s doing great with his lines! Better than most in his group and he’s really enthusiastic!”
Wait. What?!
We ran through his lines again 4x that night and again the next. I’m sweating like a pig and my wolf has about 3/4 of his lines memorized already!
I don’t think I’ll make it to tomorrow. I’m a ball of nerves and I’m sure I’ll be sprouting grey hairs by then.
Putting my selfish anxiety aside (for now), my 7-year-old son taught me a lesson I should have taught him this past week.
If you want something bad enough, you’ll be willing to work hard and take risks.
In this case, my son wanted to wear the wolf costume. He would not settle for one of the pigs. Not by the hair on his chinny, chin, chin. The risks were explained to him and he was even dissuaded by his own mother (how’s that for overcoming obstacles?). He understood that wearing the wolf costume involved a lot rehearsing and memorizing. And he was willing to do it.
He learned his own lesson and I got schooled as a Mom. I will never be a ‘hater’ again or try to over-protect my son from the possibility of failure. From now on, I will be his biggest fan no matter what the odds. Though he was willing to go for it alone, having a team behind you – that believes in you, certainly increases your chance for success.
The curtains open tomorrow at 3:30pm EST. He could run off the stage. He could freeze and forget his lines. He could start crying. But he could also nail it! Though I’ll be cheering for the latter, if any of the former(s) happen, I’ll be there to pick him up and tell him how proud I am that he made it this far.
Mother Theresa once said, “God doesn’t require that you succeed. He only requires that you try.”
The morale of the story:
May you all have the courage to be the Wolf!
Signed, Completely-freaked-out-but-very-proud Stage Mom