I am grateful to one of the speakers at a woman’s conference this weekend in Pasadena, California. It’s call Ascend and I’ll be sharing part of my life story. So if you are in the area, please come and enjoy a full day of encouragement! You can find out more information at ascendconference.org. If you do not live near by you can also watch the entire day on line! (I’m scheduled to speak around 2pm Pacific time)
I’m thrilled to not only be sharing my story, but also will be playing my accordion! (I’m pretty sure this is the first time that the Beer Barrel Polka will have been played at a women’s conference! Hehe)
Life is full of surprises and gifts and I’m thrilled with this opportunity!
Learn more about LynnMarie’s journey from the stage to motherhood and back again.
The lady in the aisle at Party City held up the Superman costume and in an intense southern drawl said, “Isn’t this the cutest thang? My little boy is going to love trick-or-treating in this! What is your child going to be?” She had no idea that she was about to get punched. She had no idea that standing next to her was a mom, a Northerner, an ego-centric artist, who was full of so much anger, bitterness and fear, that she was about to punch her square in the face.
That was a few years ago, and I didn’t hit her. In fact, I should find her now and thank her, because from that moment of frustration eventually came insight, healing… and a song.
My son James is eight-years-old and has a dual diagnosis of Down syndrome and Autism. I’m slowly getting better at accepting his disability. Slowly. It’s an on going daily process, where I try to remember to let go of my fears, live in the moment, and say my own version of the serenity prayer; Help – Ok – Uncle – Help. But sometimes Superman outfits and Halloween still make me sad.
James hates Halloween. He does not eat candy. He is uncomfortable when he meets new people. And he doesn’t like to dress up. You would think that these issues would be enough to detour me from making him participate in the holiday? But every year, in my attempt to look and be as normal as possible, we wrestle James into a costume; we force him to walk up to strange peoples houses with cobwebs and black cats on the porch, to collect candy, which only I will eat. Then, we find ourselves the end of the night exhausted and crabby and full of commitment to NOT do it again the following year. But like diets, addicts in withdrawal and childbirth, we forget the pain and dive in again. So, every year I walk the aisles at Party City, along side other mothers as they hold up outfits of what there children will ‘be’; a policeman. A fireman. A doctor.
One year I hit the jackpot when I found an orange and black t-shirt that read, “This IS my costume.” Success. I overcame the wardrobe issue, but I was not letting go of the rest of the festivities! “My child will trick-or-treat!” (Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.)
As I pulled the t-shirt over James’ head, the voices in my own head started mouthing off in high gear, “You know, not only will James never want to dress up as Superman, or a doctor or policeman, the truth is, James will never BE any of those things. He’s going to just end up bagging someone’s groceries… or sorting bins at the Goodwill. In fact, your son will never be a anything great.”
I brushed the tears from my cheeks and I sat still in the silence. And God showed up in Her perfect timing and delivered an ah-ha moment. Those rare few seconds where the hairs stand up on the back of your neck, your heart skips a beat; you catch your breath and listen to your gut. And I heard, “You know Lynn, James will not be a lot of things in his life, but the good news is…. James will not be a lot of things in his life! He will never be a pessimist. He will never be prejudice. He will never be full of anger.” It was a beautiful moment of clarity. But… did I mention I’m a slow learner?
The rest of the evening went as expected. Filled with resistance, my tears, James’ frustration, and the devouring of a ridiculous number of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. When the night ended and I lay next to James in bed, my stomach ached and my spirit was exhausted from all the acting, I stared into James’ eyes. He stared back with emptiness like I had never seen. “James, I wish you could tell me what you’re feeling, I want so badly to know who you are, what you like, what you don’t like (as if he hadn’t just tried to tell me all night long what he didn’t like?) and oh how I wish you were more like me.” I could immediately hear God’s full out belly laughter, “Are you %#@*ing kidding me?!!!!!!!! (Of course I don’t believe God would swear, except when She’s talking to me) “Do you really want your son to be like you? Really? Do you want him to be oh, let’s say, a cynic? A critic? Jaded? Full of fear? Angry? And…A chocolate addict?” James reached up to touch my eyelashes, something he does every night right before he falls asleep. I’m sure he felt my tears.
It was a few years later when I found myself in a writing appointment with Tom Douglas, one of the most talented songwriters in Nashville. I told him the story and within an hour and a half Tom had crafted a beautiful song. (I don’t take much credit for writing the song; I just mostly showed up and tried to stay out of Tom’s way so he could do what he does so well!) But I’m grateful that he was able to relay my experiences through a beautiful melody and amazing lyrics. And, I’m grateful to the universe to have put all the pieces together.
I am a firm believer that it is in our complete messes, in our biggest failures and our hardest trials, where we can have our greatest successes and eye-opening moments that lead to the growth of our soul.
Someone asked me what I believed the song would accomplish? I told them that it is just a tool that will hopefully cause people to pause and think twice about what the think when they when see a person with special needs. From my own experience (as the daughter of an alcoholic and a recovering codependent), I know that you can’t change anyone’s actions or opinions until they are ready to change. All you can do is put out messages of hope and inspiration for them to cling to when they need it and are ready to receive.
At the end of each day, I’m so glad my son is not like me. I’m so glad that he is and will be much more than I could ever dream of being. And hopefully, with God’s grace, therapy and enough chocolate, by the time Halloween arrives I might be able to give up the need to look normal and truly celebrate all my son will never be.
“He Will Never Be” is available for download here.
All profits go to special needs organizations. Please share the video and song with your friends and help us change perspectives, one share, one view, one heart at a time.
LynnMarie will beheaded to Poland to perform “Wrap Your Heart Around It” at The United Solo Theater Festival in Warsaw. http://unitedsolo.eu/europe/press
From Poland, it’s on to Slovenia for a week with family and friends.
Check back in a couple weeks for the release of a brand new song and music video!
And since Easter, everything has seemed a bit off. I know that I should be basking in the after-glow and sayings like “He Is Risen” and “The stone was rolled away” but frankly I feel more like saying “the stone ain’t freakin’ moving.” I’m longing for the glory and the lifting and the celebration, but instead this week I have felt pushed and pulled and confused. Most days I still can’t understand how God could possibly be in the midst of all the horrible heart-breaking events like the capsized ferry, Everest, The Ukraine and of course the fact that they still can’t find the damn plane. Even James has been out of sorts, which was evident by the energy he exuded by making his room look like a bomb exploded in it… several times throughout the weekend. Including Easter morning. “What is going on” I wondered? And then… I got a text from my friend Eve who informed me “It’s an astrological Armageddon out there!” And instantly everything made sense. The planets are freaking out, and the trickle down effect is obvious. Good thing I have chocolate Easter bunnies to snack on. (more…)
FIVE STAR review from Bonnie Priever at examiner.com
LA Weekly named “Wrap Your Heart Around It” as “Pick of the Week” for theater in the Los Angeles area
Rave review of “Wrap Your Heart Around It” by David C. Nichol in the Los Angeles Times Link To LA Times
THEATRE, CONCERT ARTIST LYNNMARIE RINK SIGNS WITH REPS,
STAGES WORLD PREMIERE RUN OF “WRAP YOUR HEART AROUND IT”
The Marc Whitmore Organization, in association with Richard A. Burkhart and DreaMakers, Inc., announces its management of five-time Grammy nominee and solo theatre artist LynnMarie Rink.
“Marc and Richard have championed the careers of so many artists over the years. I’m really excited to be represented by them, and I value their support,” LynnMarie stated.
LynnMarie’s stage work, “Wrap Your Heart Around It,” opens this month for its world premiere run at the Falcon Theatre in Toluca Lake (Los Angeles/Hollywood), California. Through music and humor, the play tells the searingly honest story of LynnMarie’s upbringing in a dysfunctional household, juggling family and career, and being the mom of a special needs child.
“It’s a story I want to share,” LynnMarie said about “Wrap,” whose arcs range from hysterical highs to the deeply personal. “No matter what people are going through, there’s always something here they can relate to and find encouragement from.”
The show, directed by stage veteran Michael Kearns and produced by noted television director and producer Paul Miller, is scheduled to run through August 11th at the theatre owned by actor/director Garry Marshall. Paul Carrol Binkley, known to audiences for his work of many years with the Southern rock superband Alabama, is the show’s musical director.
Of more than 100 entries in last year’s United Solo Theatre Festival in New York City, “Wrap Your Heart Around It,” took top honors for best production. The same-titled autobiography is expected to be in print and released later this year.
For many years LynnMarie has been known to audiences throughout the world for her song stylings and artistry with the diatonic button accordion. With performances ranging from tender Old World ballads to electrifying New World showstoppers, LynnMarie has attracted devoted followers whose tastes cross a variety of musical genres, from polka to pop. Likewise, her work continues to be critically acclaimed by peers throughout the music industry. With 13 albums to her credit, LynnMarie has been nominated five times for Grammys from the Recording Academy. She has appeared on the Tonight Show with Jay Leno and in performances with music legends Chet Atkins, Vince Gill and Willie Nelson. She also frequently performs as guest artist on recordings and in concerts with other entertainment headliners.
LynnMarie Rink lives in Nashville with her husband Jim, a network television producer, and their son James.
Marc Whitmore and Richard Burkhart have partnered for decades in entertainment development and management representing individual artists, concert tours, television specials and main stage events from Broadway to the White House.
For more information, please contact Melanie Carpenter of The Marc Whitmore Organization, Beverly Hills, (310) 858-5900.