motherly moments

On occasion, I, Amelia Rose Moore, can be motherly.
Yes, yes it's true.
Over the past 2 weeks, I have fallen in to this duty. Why, you ask?
I am in a play called, "The Slipper and the Rose" up here in Logan, and I am a dancer. There are 4 other dancers, and they range from 13-15 years old. We've spent so much time at rehearsal that we've become quite close. I've realized that I love forgetting the troubles of my "adult" life and laughing my head off and being "BFFs" with those cute girls.

However, as performances loomed closer, I discovered that my "BFF" status might have to be changed to "responsible friend". The choreographer of the show put me in charge of the other dancers, and being in charge means keeping them quite backstage. Luckily, I'm pretty good at balancing my "responsible" side and my "fun" side, and the girls respected me. As dress rehearsals came upon us, we became responsible for doing our own hair and makeup. So, I became responsible for 5 peoples' hair and makeup. Luckily the girls are dancers, so they have their own makeup supplies.

But, for 6 days, I braided and ringletted hair in extravagant ways, glued (what seemed like thousands) fake eyelashes, pinned and fixed many costumes, gave boy advice, and described what college is like (i may have played it up a bit). I realized, being "in charge" is very hard, but very rewarding. I felt like a nervous stage mother (shout out to maggie) before the show started, but when I saw my completed projects, I felt utterly pleased.

I was also reminded that where responsibility is needed, example must follow.
I may or may not have been letting a few more swears slip recently.
I let one slip backstage, and there they were: 4 impresionable minds, 4 sets of little ears, 4 mouths wide open, and 4 shocked expressions.
And then there was me: 1 stupid mind, 1 all-too-seasoned pair of ears, 1 too-comfortable mouth, and 1 guilty expression.

Although these girls looked up to me, I should be following them: being offended by swear words more often (screaming to bleep them out of songs may be a little extreme, but still) should be something that I do. Sometimes acting like a 15-year-old can be a nice reminder of fun times, it can be VERY annoying, and it can be a reminder of simpler and truer values.

I think we should all remember the great things about how we were when we were 15.
Our mouths, minds, words, would be cleaner.