Showing posts with label siblings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label siblings. Show all posts

Sunday, August 23, 2026

The Show Must Go On

The night before auditions, both our kids were stressed. For Beatrice, it was more anticipatory, positive stress. For Bryce, it was a foreboding, negative stress. I worried how this one would play out, because this time, Beatrice is the director making all the decisions along with the help of a teacher-advisor. 

Both kids have been in theater for years, but our youngest Bryce got involved in theater and choir in middle school, and our oldest Beatrice not until high school. Now both are in high school and loving both. 

However, with theater, both kids have had their gripes about not getting the parts they wanted. This isn't unique to our kids; anyone who tries out and does the best they can during the audition will be disappointed when they don't get the part they wanted. This will be true for their entire lives, whether that's auditioning for a part, applying for a job, asking for a promotion, and so many other adulting activities. 

We were proud because they were always still all in no matter what they got. They enjoyed themselves and we've enjoyed all the productions they've been a part of. But as I wrote above, this time Beatrice is the director. We're super proud that she stepped up to do this her senior year, and besides working over the summer, she began to prep and plan about the play, which is a murder mystery. That's all we know and all we want to know because my wife Amy and I want to be surprised!

Beatrice has still run play things past us, filling us in on her planning and some of the characters, all without giving away the "whodunnit" part. The one thing we knew is that Beatrice would be (and is) very organized in the planning, the blocking, and who should get what part. Organized and fair. When you have a lot more people try out than what you have parts for, you have to get creative with how many more you can keep than those parts. 

The thing I worried about the most was the fact that one of those auditioning students is her sibling, Bryce. Bryce kept themself calm as much as possible, but the week before the auditions for this fall's murder mystery, the pressure cooker cranked up to 11 (that's a Spinal Tap reference). Bryce lobbied hard for specific parts that had more lines. Beatrice, forever the optimist and already a great boundary setter and leader, kept her cool and kept reminding Bryce to go for it when they tried out, without promising anything.

Bryce was relentless but also self-deprecating, discounting their own acting abilities, riding that pre-audition stomach-curdling roller coaster. Beatrice remained composed with more emotional intelligence than I could have ever wished for when I was 17. Her positive excitement of picking out the cast and directing the play infected us all, even keeping Bryce smiling more than frowning. And Bryce, to their credit, has already given Beatrice some solid directing ideas (something they want to do in the future). 

Thankfully they both made it through auditions intact. Beatrice and the teacher-advisor finalized the cast list, and Bryce landed a role they were more than happy with, based on their abilities, and not because of their sister the director. We all breathed a happy sigh of relief. 

In life, the show must go on no matter what, and we're grateful that right now, our kids have got it going on (as the expression goes). We can't wait for the show!

Sunday, June 26, 2011

The B-hive's got each other's back

Let the sibling rivalry love blossom.

And indeed it has. Now that Bryce is coming up on one year and Beatrice is almost three, their playful interaction has increased dramatically.

What at first was an alien fascination with the new baby (like, "What the heck is that?") has now turned into a rag-tag-team sister act.

Bryce wants to be everywhere her big sister is, wanting to touch everything she touches (well, not touch, more like eat everything she touches), and wanting to share the Mama constantly (well, not share, more like steal Mama away from her sister). Bea's pink "fuzzys" are off limits (her blankets) though, and fortunately Bryce's soft yellow blankets offset her fuzzy coveting.

Then there's the game of crib bumper pinball. That's when Bea wants the baby in her bed with her. To play. At first. However, aggressive emotions eventually take over Bea and she begins to pummel the baby with light kicks and hits. It's fine as long as Bryce is laughing along.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

But, once the crying starts, the pinball game is over.

Speaking of being everywhere her sister is, Bryce has been crawling like a madwoman all over the house. Something Bea never did. In fact, Bea never crawled until around 17 months, although she was walking at 11 months. And now Bryce is standing, cruising and a stone's throw from walking. Just yesterday she took 1.75 steps on her own. Didn't get it on video yet, but you know we will.

I'm no soothsayer and have no idea what'll happen with their relationship throughout childhood, teenage-land (God help us) and into adulthood.

But for a Daddy who lives in the now of mindful presence, the B-hive's got each other's back. And each other's ice cream.

I couldn't ask for more than that. Except, can we skip teenage-land?


Monday, November 2, 2009

Corporate family failure and Fail Spectacularly

The following is fun family fodder (for me anyway!) because of the Onrec/Kennedy Expo I'm heading to and is inspired by a fun event we're sponsoring called Fail Spectacularly. (And it probably wouldn't work on the HRmarketer blog.)

It's 1982.

My company is called Cleaning Right Industries.

My sister's is called CleanItFast.com (you can see how ahead of her time she was).

We were both vendors of choice for MomCo, a Fortune 500 conglomerate, a provider of shelter and sustenance and other delicious snacks.

MomCo send us an RFP about vacuuming the living room and the den (break room) - within the next hour. MomCo is throwing a dinner party and needs the living room vacuumed quickly but effectively too.

We respond in kind with our proposals. MomCo picks me. MomCo always picks me.

I take a little time, but I get it done right. One hour should be plenty of time.

The TV is on in the break room. MTV is on in the break room. There are only three videos that play in 1982 - Steve Miller Band's "Abracadabra", Duran Duran's "Hungry Like the Wolf", and The Buggles' "Video Killed the Radio Star."

(Yes, there were more than that, but work with me.)

I've been vacuuming for 10 minutes. I need a break. MomCo's OSHA rules say so.

Sixty minutes later I'm humming "hungry like the wolf" and I've vacuumed an area the size of 4 square feet.

Not even close to being done.

Cleaning Right is fired, CleanItFast.com is hired.

There you have it. Video killed the cleaning right star.

Keep failing and keep reaching for the starts, kids!

(You can make fun of me now.)