I loathe the audition shows. I'm having a hard time skimming through them on my DVR, let alone mustering up the strength to comment about them here.
They have, however, sparked a conversation that I find very interesting:
You have a child whose dream is to become a star, a musician, the next American Idol.
When they sing, however, it is painfully obvious that they will not, in fact, be any of those things.
Are you honest with that child? "Darling, you are so very talented at so many things, but singing is likely going to be an impossible dream for you to follow" - even though you know that you're crushing their only dream, and probably subjecting yourself to years of resentment and them to years of bashing you as a parent to their therapist.
Or do you drive that child to the American Idol audition, wear a shirt that says, "my kid is the next American Idol", insist that they are the next best thing? And then when they don't get a ticket to Hollywood, you say, "Darling, those judges are idiots" - even though you know deep inside that those judges are so very right yet your encouragement is dooming you to cheerleader status at multiple other (fruitless) auditions.
P.S. Don't you LOVE the new blog format? Well done, Auntee!