On Working on One Tree Hill; or, How to Win Mom of the Year

My mom deserves the Mom of the Year Award. My little sister, Heidi, is dabbling in acting. Thinks it might be something she wants to try. And since her older brothers are making it in ridiculous careers like writing and pro baseball, and she has our genetics, hey, why not give it a shot? 

So she's here in Wilmington today, working as an extra on One Tree Hill. She's been trying to get extra work for like, a year. Finally found out yesterday they'd use her. So she and Mom drove up here bright and early this morning. Mom planned to come to our place and take a nap after making sure Heidi was all situated over there. That's not working out: Heidi's not 18, so she has to have her parent there. 

She just texted me. She just found out it's going to be a 12-hour work day. 

"Guess we'll see you after basketball!" she said.*

*Basketball game's at 7 tonight. Playoffs, baby.

"Mom of the Year award!" I texted back. 

"No, no," she replied. "It's really interesting! :)"

Yeah. Mom of the Year Award. 

She did, and does, stuff like this for all of us. Both my parents have. She's gone to more baseball and basketball games than I could probably stand to just sit and watch. And I write about sports. She videos every second of them. My dad spent who knows how many weekends trekking around North Carolina and Virginia and who knows where else with me so that I could go to showcases to try to get that college baseball scholarship. They let my youngest brother go to a high school 45 minutes away so he could become a better basketball player. 

And of course, they bought like, 50 copies of my book. 

Best parents ever, these two. 

My mom's going to be sitting on film set for 12 hours so her baby girl can chase her dreams. 

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[GT]

You said it all - and beautifully. Thank you.

[Brandon Sneed]

Word.