They love me, they love me not. Not talking about the kids, talking about the judges. And editors. And well, yeah.
Had the New Year’s goal to submit, apply, audition, and not worry about acceptance … just keep writing … and it was all going so good, until the rejections started rolling in. My ego is ouching.
After a successful debut in 2012, I am a Listen To Your Mother reject. Again.
Hence this is my rejected story for LTYM Boston, submitted here as part of the Beyond Your Blog vlogging challenge. Thank you Susan Macarelli for the inspiration and second chance. Sorry about the lack of eye contact.
Love it!! It sounds like you’re raising an amazing son (and three great daughters too!) We had a girls then a boy. We thought the third one would be a girl, but when he was born, my husband said, “uhhh…we have a problem.” I freaked out, as you might imagine and then he explained that the problem was our lack of boy names. Good thing he cleared that up quickly!!
geesh, husbands say the darnest things, don’t they? lucky big sisters to have a little brother, and lucky brother to learn from and about his big sisters! congrats, and thx for the read, i mean, listen!
I LOVED this. I have an older girl and a younger boy and he is 3 and always gets he and she mixed up. I’m not sure he knows the difference. I was smiling and laughing all through this and your reading of it was perfection. I also auditioned and didn’t get into LTYM but my goal for the year was just to audition, so I am going to the show to enjoy as an audience member. I submitted my piece somewhere and am waiting to hear back. Cheers and thanks so much for the shout out!
thank you, for the can-do attitude and advice. so appreciate your work and efforts! LTYM is an awesome experience, enjoy the show!
Thanks Kate, for once again articulating that it’s not enough to raise strong girls, we must also raise strong, empathetic, compassionate boys.
I too have an older girl and a younger boy. My son hit another kid once – just once. The boy was bigger than he, and of course we were embarrassed. When we asked WHY he hit the boy, he frowned hard, stuck out his bottom lip and said, “He hurt my Katie.”
I never advocate violence, and it was a teaching moment about using words instead of fists. But I would be lying if I didn’t admit that my heart swelled that he values his sister so much that he would risk our wrath for that reason.
Someday, we will be gone, and I know they will stick together in solidarity through those tough times.
Well put, from your doppelgänger…at least in the boy girl department. You will have to fill me in on your strategies for handling rejection. It seems to be my walk of life lately. ..over wine or beer of course.
Rejection is inevitable for me. but can’t imagine it being part of your life! drinks/coffee anytime my friend