Another Mother's Hoverboard

Saturday, August 16, 2008

adventures in rejection.

so it is.

my child has a modeling contract. one he desired, thus pursued, and in the end, GOT.

whoop dee frickin DOO.

he has not booked ONE single job.

poor guy.

one time his sister tagged along with him on an open call where tons and tons of kids just have their photo taken real quick so it's put into a database for Hasbro and when they need a kid, they have them all there to choose from.

she booked a job. a baby alive doll box cover. she should appear on the toy in the next year. just like that.

to be fair, he hasn't had ALL that many auditions/opportunities in the 7 or so months since he started, maybe 7? But still...

I just feel bad for the little guy, who clearly REALLY thinks this is a good avenue for him and yet just doesn't seem to be selected...the rejection is heavy. I can handle it (sort of...although, i have to admit, i didn't face TOO much of it as a kid- i really only went out for things i was sure i was going to GET...) but how much more can he?

Or does he even know? I do try to shield him from the pain of NOT being chosen. I try and NOT bring it up. Which is easy, since it is simply a LACK of a phone call. It's simply this ABSENCE of anything happening that I must fill in with distraction and love and all that is the REST of ezra. He is so much more than these chances to be famous. I think he knows that. Which is why he keeps smiling and going on out for these auditions like he's been doing it forever...and he has. Only it's the audition part he's been doing forever. Maybe soon, he'll graduate to the actual bookings.

We'll have to see. Keep yer head up bud.

Monday, August 11, 2008

reminders during sad times...

walking in a thawing manner
not quite numb to it all
not quite at ease either
all of a sudden the world seems
dangerous and unfair and cruel

the inspiration has elapsed like
the last breaths of two local teens
both connected to me
but aren't we all?

we are all limbs of one another
and suffering extends from toe-tips
to hair's ends like wits

i pose as vulnerable and
i move like scared

and i dig deep to the buddha within
and find that
the dharma of these lessons
swaddles me and understands
all pain and suffering is transient

albeit always real

we must embody compassion
or else the world will die too.