How I Sabotaged My Two Year Old’s Modeling Career.
Last weekend, I loaded up the boys to meet my mom in San Antonio for the night. And, while it ended up being a trip to see grandma, it initially wasn’t planned as such.
And, here is where I make my embarrassing confession.
We planned the trip to San Antonio, because Leo had an appointment with a model/talent agency. They had seen pictures of him online and invited us to participate in their bi-annual baby audition day.
But, look at him.
He is the cutest two year old ever.
At first I was excited in a my baby is gonna be a god damn model kind of way. And, when my mom said she would meet us there to take care of Luca, while Leo was at his interview, I thought it was straight up fate.
But, I still didn’t want to tell anyone, because my worst nightmare was someone who didn’t know me well thinking I’m some sort of stage mom. I’m way too lazy for that shit.
My first red flag was the hesitation….my feeling that this was not for us.
My second red flag was the moment I found out Leo needed a resume.
I mean, each time I sat down to write my two year old’s resume, I could only come up with one thing.
Shits pants very well: 2011-Present
Sadly, it took my gut jumping up and down and landing a right hook square on my face, for me to listen.
But, when the time came, listen I did. My gut didn’t give me much of a choice.
When Saturday morning rolled around, I was awoken with a very loud and extremely clear – WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?
I looked up at my ceiling and tried to picture myself in a room full of super enthusiastic moms and babies wearing makeup and fake eyelashes.
Then, I asked myself a very important question.
Would my baby have more fun sitting in a room full of potential baby models, or running around a hotel with his grandma and brother, swimming, eating, and just being a kid? And, if the answer was yes, which it was, why on earth was I doing this?
So, I jumped out of bed and emailed the agency. I apologized kind of profusely for the last minute cancel, loaded the boys into the car, and headed off to San Antonio for 24 hours of fun, room-service filled, shenanigans.
And, that, my friends, is how Leo’s modeling career crashed and burned before it even left the ground.
And, thankfully so.
Because, I want his memory to be full of things like this.
Rather than this.