Movies and musicals are our thing.
We see most everything and have done so since the Tornado was about two.
We get excited before movie releases, count down the days, and usually go opening weekend.
A month or so ago the Tornado & planned to see the new Muppet Movie.
On the afternoon we’d decided to go it was raining.
The sort of rain where there’s no hope of remaining dry even with an umbrella, raincoat and boots.
Even the canines donned slickers.
For the first time *ever* I tried to talk the Child out of seeing a movie.
I tried to negotiate my way out of having to leave the house.
Let’s find a movie on iTunes and snuggle on the couch! We can make popcorn!
I tried everything—she wouldn’t budge.
I knew she hated the rains as I did—-but she really, really wanted to see Muppets Most Wanted.
Ever the ROCK STAR Mama I sighed heavily, We donned our rain coats & rain boots & grabbed our soon-to-be-wind-whipped-inside-out umbrellas and headed to the theater.
Stripped of our rain-gear SELFIE!
The child devoured the movie.
No popcorn, no bathroom breaks, no fidgeting devoured.
She sat rapt the entire one hundred and seven minutes (!).
I spent the film’s running time thinking:
Great google moogly I AM MISS. PIGGY!!
I’d starred as Kermit the Frog my school’s presentation of the *first* Muppet Movie.
I’d never realized how alike Miss. Piggy and I were until that rainy, movie Saturday.
Allow me to give you a peek into my soggy AH HA! filled brain.
3 reasons Carla and The Piggy are doppelgangers:
- No matter what happens I know I rock. No matter what transpires Miss. Piggy KNOWS she’s a badass. Things not go my way? It can not be about me—I rock. Rejected from a position/submission? It can NOT be my abilities—-it MUST be about them/what they’re looking for! My confidence–and that of the Pig–comes from within. It may be misplaced at times (a fact I freely acknowledge) but it never originates from/is changed by what happens around me!
- I’m verrry assertive. Yes, Miss Piggy is a hyperbolic puppet character. Yes I
fearwonder if I’m not precisely as she is in my real non-celluloid life. I’m assertive. I lay out and ask for exactly what I want. Piggy & I speak our minds unapologetically. Neither of us see any benefit in sitting back and waiting to see what life has to offer. She karate chops if she doesn’t get what she desires—I just back up, reposition and try again.
- I’ve chosen not to be Mrs. The Frog…in the same way I believe she’d remain Miss. Piggy, too. Mine wasn’t a feminist statement—it just was not who I am. It never really occurred to me to change. I am Carla Birnberg. I loved someone enough to partner for life—yet it sounded almost ludicrous to me I’d change my last name to match his. It’s not who I am. And it’s not who Piggy is either.
Mister the Birnberg and me.
More than anything what Miss. Piggy and I share is a choice of confidence.
We both choose to be unapologietically ourselves.
Each moment of every day in all interactions no matter what life tosses our way.
- Now that you stop and ponder are you & The Piggy alike?
- Parent or one who brings kids to movies: at what age did you leave them alone in the theater
because you’d drank so much Diet Coke you were desperate to peeso you could use the restroom?
you and the pig?
at what age did you leave yer kids and go pee?