Tiny and Big Motherhood: My LTYM Experience

Thirteen Listen To Your Mother Baton Rouge 2016 cast members gave motherhood a microphone on May 1st.

We are a diverse group. I’m not referring to our skin color, hair color, or ages (I was the oldest, by the way), but rather to the diversity in the piece of our heart that each of us shared on stage. More intriguing to me than our diversity is the connection that runs through it. I don’t mean the show or the stage or even motherhood. I’m talking about the connection of experience and emotion.

  • I wasn’t the only mom who…
    • never planned to be one.
    • has learned from her (sometimes “adulty”) children.
    • questioned her heart, her love, her choices.
    • channels lessons and wisdom from the “giants” who came before her.
    • experiences the chaos, the hilarity, the heartbreak.
    • lifts herself out of the fear for future or the grief of loss.
    • experienced some healing energy this spring.

I feel uplifted, connected, and refreshed by this experience. I encourage everyone to attend the next LTYM show in their area. To those who have a story about motherhood (and you needn’t be a mother nor a woman to have such a story!), audition for next year’s show!

Thanks to director Meghan Matt for bringing LTYM to Baton Rouge, to producer Audrey Hayworth for helping her pull together a beautiful show, and to LTYM founder Ann Imig for being a Game Changer and making this experience possible for so many.

This is my story. I’ll share the YouTube video when it becomes available this summer. Thanks in advance for reading.

Tiny and Big

“I love you tiny and big,” she said with three-year old seductiveness as she mimicked her phrase with two pinched fingers for “tiny” and outspread arms for big. That about covered it for her. Sometimes she couldn’t love me big because she was overcoming a time-out; but she still loved me tiny. Now it had become a game. I would imitate her, hesitating between “tiny” and “big,” then watch her anticipation then satisfaction as I completed her favorite phrase: “I love you tiny… and… big.”LTYM-Audrey

I don’t remember ever telling my parents I loved them so freely as I grew up. I don’t remember being told often. We knew it, yet rarely said it. The few times we did, the expression swelled between us, tense, embarrassed, urgent.

My girls changed this. My mom can tell them easily and unencumbered by tension, “I love you.” I have noticed, however, that my three-year-old never tells her grandmother, “I love you TINY and big.” No, for her Mama Nick, my daughter stretches her arms apart as far as possible (even her facial muscles try to follow her hands) and tells my mom, “I love you thiiiiiis much.” Big. Only big.

I wrote this twenty three years and a dozen computers ago. My girls were joined by a baby brother less than a year later, and now I’m a seasoned mom of three adults. Through the mad rush of those mama years, I managed to save this snippet from my youthful, unseasoned motherhood, thanks to the nearly obsolete floppy disk.LTYM-Sarah

What about that young mom who scribbled her thoughts on a floppy disk? She had no idea how to be a mother! She wanted to be a writer. Is she still there? Or is she obsolete, like the floppy disk? Did motherhood take the write right out of her? I confess, the fear that part of me stayed behind, lost on a broken computer, gurgles through my mind from time to time.

That young mom didn’t realize how peaceful and simple those first few years were, how suddenly the energy would shift to work, carpools, soccer games, choir, volleyball matches, piano lessons, and swim meets. Write a novel!? Who was I kidding? I needed two to three years to READ the novel on my nightstand.LTYM-Sam

I wish I had written more as the children grew up, when the experiences with them were fresh. I’d have snippets like snapshots about rearing children. Like the day my son was born, and how my second daughter refused to look at him or speak to me. About how several months later, she would sit next to him and wait until she thought I wasn’t looking to steal his pacifier, take a few nom noms, then stick it back in his mouth. Or about their last bath together when they were three and one. She pointed at her brother who was twirling his finger in his bellybutton. “I want one of those!” she said. “But you have a bellybutton!” I replied, tickling hers. “No!” she retorted, pointing lower. “One of those!”

The humor and tenderness of mama journeys are often overshadowed by difficulties: the broken leg, the tantrums and time outs, the dislocated elbow, the first heartbreak, the science fair nightmares, the lost jacket, the stolen computers, the stolen car, the lost phone, let’s face it, the lost and stolen just about everything. I wish I had captured on a floppy disk more of those tiny and big moments in between the difficult ones.

The nest is empty now. I barely blinked! I would say “I raised my children well.” But that’s not the whole story. The learning was reciprocal. My children taught and continue to teach me tiny and big lessons. Lessons about their youthful world, lessons about myself. Listening to my heart was one of the biggest lessons.

I listened to my heart and started writing again.  

Last year, I wrote a blog post for Mother’s Day. It started like this:

I didn’t plan to be a mom.

For the first quarter century of my life, I boasted that I’d never marry, that I wouldn’t have children.

I would write, travel the world. I would be a nomadic wordsmith.

Yet here I am, mother of three adult children. Where did I go wrong? I didn’t.

As I circle around the empty nest and back to that writer in me, I understand I truly didn’t go wrong. A tiny twist? A big detour? Yes and yes. But I love everything about the journey. My tiny travel companions? I especially love them. I love them so big. Only big.

LTYM-kids

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10 thoughts on “Tiny and Big Motherhood: My LTYM Experience

  1. Lisa Froman

    Exquisite. I feel the tears welling up behind my eyes and I need to get ready for work and don’t have time to cry! Lol. Your children are beautiful.

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  2. Kathy

    A wonderful presentation, thanks for sharing your “self” through written and spoken words.
    Much love,
    Kathy

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  3. Connie McLeod

    I love this on so may levels. I loved reading it after hearing you say it out loud. I love knowing those wonderful adult children of yours. I love the fresh friendship that has bloomed between us even though we have know each other for years. I love that we are both in the LTYM family. I love knowing that we are destined for many more adventures!

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  4. Terri

    Dear Pennie, congratulations on LTYM 2016. I was a member of the Baltimore cast, 2016. And yes, to everything you said about the experience! I was the oldest also, but I think I may have grown the most with this experience. Humbling, so humbling.

    Love your piece, can’t wait until the summer when I can view it on YouTube! Your children are gorgeous. Thank you for sharing a picture of them.

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    • Pennie Nichols Post author

      Thank you Terri! I will definitely be looking for your video when they come out this summer. I also feel humbled. Awkward among some of the youth in my group (am I really that much older than them?), but grateful for the whole experience.

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