“Acting is fun. Some people act at life; but life is not an act. You have to show up real.”
My kid quote of the week. How many grownups know this?
I acted in my first play in high school, my junior year, age 15. I think it was maybe seven brides and seven brothers; but I have a few high school people who would know. Anyway, I remember we were supposed to dance… only it was a Christian school. So they called it choreography and it was OK. I loved the swirling skirts.
I loved acting. I loved the dressing up. I was really shy, and it gave me an opportunity to be someone else. But in real life, that was already a skill that was well honed.
In a “Ministry” household, we learned young to always be perfect. I know this pressure is common to all preachers kids and missionary kids (pk’s and mk’s). Some respond like I did, and learn to be very very good. Some go the other way.
In my house, there was another layer to it. What was shown publicly was not real life at our home. There were so many layers of contradictions, and hiddenness. It has taken decades, and lots of counseling, to begin to make sense of that.
And so I learned young to change my face. I actually remember one instance in particular: a finger snap when I was crying, and immediately holding out my hand and putting a smile on my face to shake hands with the parishioners. We extended “the right hand of fellowship.”
Old habits die hard. I am learning to show up real. That life is not an act. Sometimes there are situations that I don’t place myself in; so that I don’t default back. One step at a time, God is redeeming my story.
I invite women to show up real. In groups, with my midwifery clients, with my kids. We use art, role-play, exercises, and sometimes a talking rock. I invite story. Because life is not an act.
You have to show up real.