That's A Wrap!

"That's a wrap!", Seth Jarrett, director of Celebrity Ghost Stories yelled some time after 1:00 a.m. Saturday morning. With those final words, filming for another episode of CSG, Season 2.5, was wrapped.  At 1:00 p.m., nearly 12 hours later, I yelled those same words as I closed the apartment door to 312 West 90th.

Before going on to my final post for this episode of our journey, I would like to thank Seth for allowing me to be on set while Bo shot his scenes.  It allowed me to see Bo put to use everything he has learned so far. The work was intense, and Bo was the ultimate team player.  I was incredibly proud of him, and to my untrained eye, I thought he did an awesome job.  :-)

The cast and crew of CSG consisted of some of the nicest people I've ever come across.  It was a pleasure to be part of this set; though my main job, consisted of just sitting there watching what was going on, while munching on snacks from the craft table. :-)

Everyone from the PA's to the actors to Seth himself worked incredibly hard to put forth the best episode possible, and I am confident that when it airs, the quality of this particular cast and crew will be highly evident......and I'm not just saying that because my son will be in it.  :-)   This episode should air some time in October and once I get a date, I will let everyone know. 

Now on to my final wrap.....

They say that life is a journey, and not a destination.  If that is true, then I don't think I could ever express in words just how wonderful this particular adventure on my journey through life has been for me.  I was extremely lucky to have this opportunity to spend this time with my son. Somewhere down the road, I hope my son comes to view this experience in the same way that I do.  It will happen, but not for a few years yet. 

Yes, he will tell anyone who will listen just how great a trip this was.  He will go into detail about the Broadway shows he went to, the classes he took, the people he met, as well as how cool it was for him to live in a different city for a month. He will tell those same people about all that HE did, rather than all that WE did.  I wouldn't expect anything else from him  After all, at the age of 16, he is still in the prime of his narcissistic, self-absorbed years and views the world through a designer pair of rose colored glasses.

On the other hand, at the age of 50, my rose colored glasses have been replaced with progressive lenses, and the haze of my own life experiences now overshadow my view of the world.  It is this dynamic that will play a role in how we will both come to replay the moments of this trip over and over again in our minds in the months and years ahead.  In the end, he will tell one story, while I will tell another.

My story will include moments like watching him out of the corner of my eye as he experienced his first Broadway musical. Or as I watched his eyes fill with tears at the very same moment mine did during a poignant scene from another. Or when I realized that a very strange dichotomy had occurred; he became more protective of me, as I became less protective of him.  Or, when we stayed up late talking about his hopes and dreams for the future. Or when he opened his eyes and started singing a song from Promises, Promises when I woke him one morning.  He has a beautiful voice.  Who knew?  Or when he came home all excited that he actually "stood up for the little people" when he argued with the store manager about a product being rung up one price when the price on the shelf said another.  He was so proud of himself!  Or when he told me how much he missed seeing his father. When does one ever hear that from a teenager? Or when his brain gave way to his heart and he put his spare change in the homeless man's cup and told the man to "hang in there".  Or when he started crying real tears at a restaurant when the waiter made the mistake of bringing him the wrong drink. He learned how to cry on cue from a very early age and would use that skill strictly for his own amusement; usually in restaurants or stores, and most often to draw questioning stares of the people around us. "Oh that poor child, what have his parents done to him?". This time the waiter was the target and I have to admit to laughing hysterically. Or when my quiet solitude was interrupted by my phone buzzing with his comical observations from his numerous cab rides.  Or when he would walk through the door at the end of the day and say "you are not going to believe what I lost now? and instead of getting angry or upset, I just stared at him and smiled. Or when he told me that although I wasn't the greatest, most perfect Mom who lived, I was right up there.  "Ya gotta agree with me Mom, no one's perfect right?", he asked me one night in all seriousness.  Looking at him standing there in all of his 16 year old, narcissistic, self-absorbed glory, I couldn't help but reply just as seriously, although if he looked hard enough, he would have seen a slight smirk on my face.  "Yes, Bo. You are absolutely correct.  NO ONE is perfect sweetie.   ;-)

The journey my son is on is far from over.  In that regard, there should be many more episodes of his journey to be told, and with that I say................

                                                                        To be 
                                                                        continued.........