On the night of the Golden Globe Awards I watched the news as my husband cooked lemon garlic pork chops and mustard greens. Our plan was a quiet dinner. We had no intention of watching the awards show; it’s really not our thing. But during a commercial break from the news, I caught a glimpse of the red carpet interviews.
Over the hiss of sizzling pork I asked my husband if he wanted to watch the Golden Globes, just for fun. He said sure, so I found our old bamboo TV dinner trays in the pantry and we parked ourselves in front of the television to take in all of the glamour and glitz.
I knew our college-aged daughter would be watching. I knew that this was something that we could really talk about; something that I could text and tweet to her that would get her attention. Sometimes she ignores her old mom’s silly texts and tweets.
I looked for her in my twitter stream. I tweeted about Anne Hathaway’s hair; my daughter adores her and we both think Anne’s short hairstyle is terrific. I sent her texts about Adele and Amy and Tina, three women whom I know she admires.
And then Jodie spoke. And I wondered if my daughter had seen any of her movies. My daughter is 20 after all, and Jodie is my age. I wondered what she thought of Jodie’s speech so I sent her a text: “Did you see Jodie Foster’s speech?” I wasn’t expecting a reply but she surprised me and texted right back: “Yeah. She’s so cool.”
Thank you Jodie. Thank you for being a model of vulnerability, authenticity and true strength. This fellow 50-year-old mom and her 20-year-old daughter both think that you are so very cool.
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