Little has done as much to shape me as a person as the years I spent doing theater. Between the ages of 12 and 22, not a year went by that I didn't do at least one show. I think of a lot of my school years as, "Oh, that was the year we did Grease," or, "[X event] happened between Nunsense and The Taming of the Shrew." When you're an adult who did theater in their younger years, you always have an instant connection with anyone else in the same position. Because there's just something about putting on a show and the kinds of people that appeals to that transcend time and place. The skills I learned onstage and off, the friendships I made, and the passion for the arts I developed are all very much a part of who I am today... and I don't know a single drama kid who can't say the same.
So I suppose it goes without saying that being a former theater geek is absolutely reflected in who I am as a mother. How could it not, really? There is little better in this world to better prepare you for the whirlwind of parenting than the dramatic arts. Here's how: