What's Better Than That Gold Statue?


I love the Oscars. The glamour. The dresses. It’s really the only time I act very girlie, watching all the actresses glide down the red carpet, draped in beautiful couture, stunning diamonds adorning their wrists.

My favorite part? Fantasizing about what it would be like to win one of the writer awards, either Best Original Screenplay or Best Adapted Screenplay. I like to think that without the writers, none of this would be possible. This is not true, of course, but a woman can dream, can’t she?

My oldest son came home from college Saturday night for a quick visit. His brother and I picked him up from the train station, while my husband orchestrated a sushi dinner for us to enjoy upon our return. Since there are no sushi restaurants in his western Illinois college town, it was a nice treat for our freshman.

It had been about two months since we’d all been together, the longest we were ever apart. The four of us got caught up on each other’s lives. We heard about his classes, his radio show, his suite mates. We played our favorite games until midnight, pausing too many times to count for anecdotes and laughter.

Sunday morning passed, lazy in our pajamas, with several cups of tea, coffee for my husband, and episodes of our oldest’s favorite television show. More laughter. More conversation.

Even errands were fun simply because we were together. An excursion to the Morton Arboretum on a lovely winter day rounded out our time, and all too soon, he was on the train back to school.

I was having such a great time, I almost forgot about the Oscars.

I returned home from the train station and turned on the TV in time to see some of the red carpet arrivals, but somehow the spectacle had lost its luster. Sure, the dresses were pretty, but my heart just wasn’t in it. I actually went to bed before the best actress award was even announced. I’d see it in the morning.

When I closed my eyes to fall asleep, I could still see my sons roughhousing in the family room just like they did when they were kids. I saw the smile on my husband’s face when he welcomed his oldest home. And I felt the love the four of us are so fortunate to share.

Hollywood can have its red carpet, media barrage, and size 0 actresses.

I’ve already received my reward.


Beverly Diehl said…
You know, it's actually true that without a decent script, a movie or role doesn't have a chance of success.

Now, a director or actor can take a great script and make a muddle of the movie anyway, but a good script is the essential foundation.

However, yes, all that pales in comparison to good family time. Make-believe vs. real, I'll take real every time.
Kelly Hashway said…
My husband and I watched for about five minutes and changed the channel. I just get bored with awards shows. I bet if I was there it would be exciting. Kind of how I love to go to baseball games but I don't really enjoy watching them on TV.
Leah Griffith said…
That's for sure Karen! You're family is your treasure/reward, the place you can always find your heart. I didn't watch the Oscars. Instead I watched a movie with my husband. He doesn't care for the Oscars. I could have viewed the Oscars in our guest room but being with my husband was way more important to me. Looks like we were both winners last night;)
BECKY said…
Great post, Karen! And yes, it really is all about the writing....Just look at some of the biggest flops, like Ishtar. It had Dustin Hoffman and Warren Beatty in it, but even their acting ability couldn't save bad writing! And I so agree, too, about what's really important in our lives....it's not jewels and gowns, etc!
Richard Bon said…
Sounds like a nice family weekend, Karen. And I don't blame you for bowing out of the Oscars, I can't ever sit through the entire show.
Thanks a lot, everyone. :)
Hi Karen,

Thank you so much for your amazing comment on my blog re: my things fall apart post.

Family is so important and I am so glad that you get to share special moments with your kids. Our family were together for the first time in 3 years a few weeks back, and I can't tell you how special it was to be together.

We drove each other crazy, but in a good way and I wouldn't trade them for the world!

Hope you are feeling better!

Hi, Unpublished Life. Thanks for stopping by.

So glad you had a good visit with your family. Yes, I am feeling better, but it is still hanging on with a persistent cough. Oh well. I've heard these things are lasting for a long time.
Deborah said…
The awards per se often seem a dull round of politicking - but love watching the faces of the losing nominees among the actors. What sincerity, what technique!
THAT'S acting, right, Deborah? :)

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