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We've all been
there: you're receiving a star on Hollywood's Walk of Fame when one
of your kids interrupts this career highlight. OK, that might not be
real life for most of us, but it happened this week to Mariah Carey, when son Moroccan crashed her photo op. I know what you're thinking: "Wait, she didn't have a star already?"
Carey's mark on
music, now immortalized, is the real story. But an unexpected one
arose when Mariah's son refused to leave his mom's side. An assistant swept the boy—arms
outstretched—away from the scene, while the famous mom continued
posing without missing a beat.
People soon chimed
in on social media. Some reproached the singer-songwriter for not immediately
hugging her son. Others joked that not even her children are spared
from her diva behavior.
But this wasn't
anything other than a cute, show-stealing moment.
... [E]ven though she never flinched (she's a pro after all), I'm sure she had her own internal "Oh God, not now" moment.
Let me be the first
to say, I know that feeling, Mariah Carey. We might not relate to
having walk-in shoe closets or legions of fans, but we've all had our
kids interrupt work. How different is that from what happened to
Mariah? My daughter will come up to me when I'm at my desk
and shout, "I want to climb this mountain!" For a moment, I fall
in love with the metaphor. But my waxing poetic evaporates as soon as
my toddler gets a foothold in my side. Sometimes I stop what I'm doing and focus on her. But other times? I have to keep working.
All moms have drawn
lines with their children that say, "I can't be with you this
Unlike Mariah, most
of us don't have personal assistants who can whisk our children away.
But we might have daycare drop-offs, spouses, nannies, grandparents
or babysitters. The difference is that the moments in which our
children cling to us don't become Internet fodder. So, I kinda feel
for Mariah. Because, even though she never flinched (she's a pro after
all), I'm sure she had her own internal "Oh God, not now" moment.
Sometimes kids have
mini meltdowns, and we're not always going to scoop them up. It
doesn't make anyone a bad kid or a bad mom. There's always time for
hugs—after mommy finishes getting that lifetime achievement award.