It started with a Facebook alert. A coworker had tagged me in her friend?s post, and her comment read, ?You should send her your daughter?s pic!? Intrigued, I clicked through: The friend was a children?s casting director and was in desperate need of models for an imminent shoot. ?Looking for a baby girl, 6-9 months old, with A LOT of hair,? the post said.
I had to laugh; my daughter, nine months old at the time, already had as much hair as most preschoolers. She was born with such a full head that you could actually see it on the sonograms.
As for her modelling potential" There?s probably no one more subjective than a mother, so, to me, she was perfect. I quickly ran the situation by my husband and then sent a recent picture to the casting director. Two minutes later, I had a reply back: ?Gap Final Call Backs.? Wait. GAP"! This was legit!
I was excited?but also hesitant. How did I feel about potentially subjecting our infant daughter to the chaos and stress of a casting, let alone a shoot" And, selfishly, what would our friends think of us" The thought of anyone associating me with the term ?stage parent? was already making me cringe. But, on the other hand, if she booked it, what a hilarious story to tell when she was older. And, more immediately, did this mean free clothes and portraits for our holiday card"
We decided to go for it?the odds were low she?d book the campaign anyway, considering most of these kids (and by kids, I mean babies; some we...