I have enjoyed my years as a stage mom, with all of the glitter and none of the fright. My favorite part is the quiet in the green room after the curtain rises. Now I’ve reached new heights of fame; my pajamas will appear in a one-act play without me. My daughter needed PJs for her role as a possessed cheerleader, and showed the director several choices. I thought my silky black nightwear seemed too demure, with its long sleeves, long pants, and the embroidered pink rose on the shirt pocket. The director, however, thought they were perfect, thanks to their “Satanic black” color. As I imagine the two of them on stage, my daughters and my beloved PJs, I know I will be doubly proud, and especially happy because they’re in the spotlight without me.