Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Wild Wednesday: Tina Fey AGAIN!?

So remember how I blogged about how Tina Fey is pregnant?
And how I love her?
And I think she is hilarious?
Yes, she wrote a poem for her daughter. Having 2 girls of my own I look at this poem and I close my eyes really tight and plug my ears and I say , "la la la la la... this isn't happening!"
Some day it will.

Tina Fey shares a poem for her daughter

Tina Fey's new book BossypantsCelebrity mom Tina Fey, who is pregnant with her second child, has never minced words when it comes to motherhood… And in her new book, Bossypants, she pens a hilarious poem… shared the poem called “The Mother’s Prayer for its Daughter.” Here it is below:

First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered,

May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half

And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her

When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the nearby subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock N’ Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance.

Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes

And not have to wear high heels.

What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.

Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long,

For Childhood is short — a Tiger Flower blooming

Magenta for one day —

And Adulthood is long and Dry-Humping in Cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever,

That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers

And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister,

Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends,

For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord,

That I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 a.m., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.

“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck.

“My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental note to call me. And she will forget.

But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.


Moms: Does any of this strike a chord with you?


Erin and Zach said...

I am not a mother, but this is fantastic. LOVE tina fey !!

RoseRunner said...

Wait a sec, you have TWO blogs!?! How do you DO IT ALL!?!?

Tina Fey is....the best thing ever. best thing on TV. Did you ever see the Mark Twain Comedy tribute to her? It might have been on PBS. It was another best thing ever.