I am, by nature, a worrier.
So imagine what I did when this came in the mail:
Do I show her?
I know when I got the really horrible, everyone got one, scams in the mail about modeling or pay-to-see-your-name in some book of smart kids, it was the sort of thing that boosted my tween or teen self-confidence.
Of course there was no way in hell we’d ever let her do it. So there was no harm in showing her, right?
But then again, we always said we’d support her in whatever she wanted to do so…
…no. No. NO. NO.
Pageants are for girls who are either desperate for money and can only get it because they are pretty or … or… I have no idea. I mean these things are judged on looks, right?
At least that’s what Sandra Bullock taught me. Well, her and Donald Trump. Walk walk … show them how pretty you are…walk more… show them how pretty you are in different clothes. Walk more. Then answer some crazy question about current events and smile pretty for the boys.
So of course, I showed her and told her what it was all about doing my best to leave my snark behind to genuinely be able to gauge what SHE thought of all this and what SHE thought of a ‘pageant’ … did any of the girls at school do this sort of thing? I mean, we live in a ‘burb of LA, there are many child actors around and at the school and many have headshots and can turn on the cute in order to get a gig. Surely with the popularity of Honey Boo-Boo and Toddlers and Tiaras, there could be a few in her grade, right?
So I showed her and explained and waited for a reaction…
My 7-year old was disturbed by the letter. Grinning and flattered, but disturbed.
Why would they want me for a teen thing? I’m not a teen? And why would I want to do that on a Sunday- that’s when I go horseback riding at the ranch.
Case closed. Whew.
Or so I thought…
What I hadn’t counted on was her brother chiming in. I don’t know why I hadn’t counted on it…he’s always right there with us and NO ONE and I mean NO ONE cares more about his sister than big brother.
Hala, listen to me…I really don’t want you to be famous like that…ok? I’m serious.
Ok Jack, I won’t.
No, really. I mean it. That’s not how you should be famous. You are too smart.
I know I am Jack!
I know you are too.
Suddenly I was the fly on the wall witnessing one of the most touching and amazing exchanging in sibling history.
I wouldn’t do that anyway, ok?
I didn’t say you would. I’m just making sure.
Can you move over now? Because you’re in the way of the game and I can’t see my guy and he’s about to PWN you.
MOM! She just totally blew up my whole new rover I built!
Pauses a beat.
That was kind of cool.
…and all was right with the world.