Tonight as we stood out front of the theatre on closing night a mom revealed that her hand was “probably broken” but she “just had to get out of the house.”
By the looks of her VERY swollen hand it might really have been hurt but apparently she did it as she was leaving her house to come see the show and she really wanted to get out of the house.
We all laughed about it.
Today I really needed to get out of the house.
My 2 and 3 year-old were crying and whining for me, thrown by all of this mom getting dressed up and whisking off to some mythical “Expressing Motherhood” land.
But tonight as I type this is a quiet kitchen with flowers from the cast in a nearby vase, a glass of wine, pouring over money we spent and earned on the show and you don’t earn in theatre I should say, I feel grateful.
I thought of all of the Los Angeles moms driving home tonight.
In the solitude of their cars.
All of us driving back to our vastly different enclaves around Los Angeles.
I thought about how lucky I am to have the show and how thankful I am to have met so many people I now call friends because of it.
It was a really great show and it’s always fast, furious and bittersweet.
Tomorrow I will be alone again in my head trying to stay calm as I parent.
I’m just so grateful for these interludes of solidarity.