I just spoke with my brother, who is officially 2/3 a lawyer as of yesterday. He has been my arbiter of taste and style, and brought Kate Sinclair of "Life In Style" (http://www.lifeinstyle.typepad.com) into my life. More importantly, he has always been my friend, particularly in those really unfortunate middle school years when I had no others.
In any case, he told me that with his semester over, he just read this blog for the first time. He said that at the beginning, I came off like a psychopath, but now I seem to have found my voice as a commentator, rather than living the dream.
Could it be true? Could it be that the process of observation and reflection has injected a hit of "normal" into my life? If so, what does this mean for my career as a Momzilla?
Much like a first pregnancy, during which women are often convinced that the fetus could not possibly develop unless they are obsessing about it every second of the day and night, I worry that my children may not reach their full potential without my presence and involvement.
Deep in my being, I know that this could not possibly be true, for the same reasons that healthy babies are born even when their mothers do not devote every thought to their development during gestation. However, as I look around the skating world, there are a whole lot of professional Momzillas out there, whose kids are doing pretty well. So, against my better judgment, I ask the question: Must a Momzilla be crazy and obsessed in order for her child to succeed?
Over the next few days, I will attempt to examine anecdotes from some Major Momzillas in history, such as Momzilla Boitano, Momzilla Belbin, Momzilla Bobek, Momzilla Cohen, and Momzilla McDonough. My observations will come with the following disclaimer that all the information will be at least third-hand. Even so, I figure that if six degrees is good enough for Kevin Bacon, we should have enough for a Star-Magazine-solid investigation to determine whether obsession is indeed a prerequisite for success.