She always knows best

So hubby and I have this gig a couple weekends from now to sing for a benefit in Chicago. We have a friend who is in the recording industry and he is representing a lovely, incredibly talented couple who need singers of the back-up sort. It's an awesome opportunity, and he called us to see if we would do it.

The first thing out of my mouth was, "I'm not doing it. I mean, what would we do with the kids, and I'm so out of practice, I mean all I do is teach these days and there's no rehearsal and these people are BIG, I mean they're really BIG and seriously do I really want to go in there and stink? I mean, what if I totally STINK?"

Hubby states, very simply, "He's counting on us. I told him we'd do it."

Ugh.

I grabbed the phone, left a message for mom, and rested, knowing she would know what to say.

Then, I grabbed the next best thing, my ipod and dog, and took a nice long walk to clear my head and start to give myself a pep talk.

It truly was the right thing to do, because as I walked, I was transported to that wonderful place I go when I listen to my favorite vocalists sing in my ears. Over and over again I was reminded how very much I LOVE to sing.

I got back home and not long after, the phone rang. It was mom. Ready for her response?

"Oh for pete's sake, honey, this is what you DO, it's where you live. So what if there's no rehearsal??? You do your best work off the cuff anyway, you and Jerry, and well, you'll be awesome. So take a pill, suck it up, and go sing for crying out loud. There's no question here, just do it. Okay? OKAY??????"

"Okay."

Click.

Yeah, she always knows the right thing to say.