I went to see the musical Waitress over the weekend. It is a stage adaptation of the movie Waitress which I guess came out a long time ago, or awhile ago. I never saw it and can’t find it on Netflix. I started using Netflix after you passed away. Sorry. If I had figure it out before, I would have shown you how to use it.
Anyway, the reason I went all the way to Seattle to see this show is because
1) It didn’t look like it was coming to Canada, or at least not to Vancouver.
2) One of my all time favourite singer/songwriters Sara Bareilles wrote the music for it.
3) She Used to Be Mine- one of the songs in the musical.
I’ve been singing Sara Bareilles’ songs now for sometime. Her lyrics and compositions are so unique and full of memorable images and pauses, and syncopations and she has a beautiful voice. I love how every song really says something. I mean, the something is always profound, or playful, or poignant or all of the above. I feel changed after going through the stories in her lyrics and music.
But in particular, “She Use To Be Mine” gripped me almost from the first note, but definitely from the first few phrases. I first heard it at a live concert of Sara Bareilles’. My roommate Karen and I went to see the concert in Seattle a few years ago. At that time, you were still around, and the song still spoke to me, gripped my heart, and made me catch my breath a little. It made me sad, and happy, and feeling alive and inspired, but also pained and empathetic as well- towards the subject of the song or to myself, I don’t know.
It was explained to us at that time that Sara Bareilles wrote the song for the musical, and that the musical would be out in a couple of years. It was also explained to us that the song came about because the character in the play is pregnant, but she doesn’t want to have the baby. She is with a guy who doesn’t treat her well, and she doesn’t have a good paying job or much stability. So she feels like she has nothing to offer the child, and also seems to miss the person she thought she would become.
So at that time, the “She used to be mine” chorus made sense to me as Sara Bareilles meant it- that the person who was the dreamer and beauty, and go getter used to be a part of the main character. I think her name was Jenna. But that Jenna was mourning her passing- as if that part of her had gone and died. Was no longer there. As Sara Bareilles said in her concert- it is a concept and feeling we can all probably relate to- when something in our lives passes over us, and we don’t look or act or have the time to be or do that thing anymore that used to be such a part of us.
I fell in love with the song instantly, and when I got back to Vancouver, I wanted to sing it. I learned it and kept practising it. And something in it always brought me to tears, whether I heard it, was singing along with it, or just singing it on my own.
But after you passed away, I couldn’t say the chorus lines anymore without just breaking down. The “She used to be mine” line made me think that I was somehow referring to you, especially when I had to sing the whole line, “She is gone but she used to be mine.”
I found out recently that one of the karaoke places I go to often has that song available for people to sing. So I started singing it again. I try to imagine that I am singing it for you, or to you, or to tell people about you.
But there is a change that I make in mind when it comes to the song and the lyrics. Whether I imagine the “she” who is gone to be a part of me or to be you, I don’t allow myself to believe the “used to be mine” part. You are still mine and will always be mine, mom. As I have written to you before, no one can ever take your place. No one can every be or try to be my mom. You are the only mom I want, the only one I had, and the only one I still have. There is no “used to”. You are still mine. My mother. I hope you know that. I hope you know that I never forget about you and never will.
In the play, the main character ends up loving her daughter the moment she was born, and deciding to take care of her on her own. She doesn’t want the father to be around because she knows that he is selfish and doesn’t know how to love the woman let alone a child. And I thought it was so beautiful but also so sad, how selfless this woman becomes to give her all to her child. Without any help.
She would speak to the baby when she was in her stomach. Dear baby, she would say. She would tell the baby her fears but also her dreams for the baby, that she wished that she could give her everything.
I know you were that kind of mom, but you didn’t have to tell me what you hoped to give me. You just did it. I don’t know how. And it breaks my heart a little every day to think of how much you sacrificed for me. How there may have been so many parts of you that went away or had to go because you ended up putting me first, putting both of your kids first.
So I feel like apologizing and thank you all at the same time. I am sorry for all the things you had to do day in and day out to keep us safe, and cared for, and fed and loved, when sometimes that meant you didn’t have the time or energy to give that same caring and love to yourself. Thank you, Mommy for having me, for caring for me, for sacrificing for me, for standing up for me and keeping me protected and happy.
In the play, the main character’s mom has already passed away. But she was taught to make pies from her, and so she continues to do so- talking about some of her mom’s favourite pie flavours.
What would I choose as a pie name for you? Sweet, Laila Mama pie? Whatever it is, it could never capture all that you were and are to me. I don’t know how to ever repay you for all that you have done for me. I wish I had done more to show you how grateful I was for you during the time you were here. Please give me signs as to what I can do now for you. I know it is not the same, but I want to try. I cried so much in the play- for not being able to tell you all that I want to now. For not having mother daughter moments with you anymore. Is there a way to still have different kinds?- that surpass time and space? I need my mom still, and always will.