The Mommy Method-Drama Skit

The Mommy Method-Drama Skit

Themes: Styles of Motherhood; Parenting skills; mother/daughter relationships; Mothers aren't perfect; Mother's Day
Categories: Family, Mother's Day 
Summary:

Beth, a very pregnant adult woman, confides in her mother she's terrified of her impending motherhood. She doesn't want to be one of those "helicopter moms" who constantly hovers over her children or a "karaoke mom" who dresses and talks like her kids in order to stay hip and young.  Through the course of conversation, various other mothering styles are discussed, such as: "dry cleaner mom" who wants to drop her kids off and expects someone else to take care of the "dirty work;" "volcano mom" who erupts suddenly without warning over minor things; "dropout mom" who checks out physically, spiritually or emotionally; "bullied mom" who gives control to her kids; "groupie mom" who worships her kids; and "commando mom" who enforces rules and punishment but lacks love and relationship.

 
Notes:

Based on the book, iY Generation" by Tim Elmore, this skit showcases various mothering styles in a humorous way.

 
Style: Comedy

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Characters: 13 (13 Female)
This skit is flexible for a large or small cast. For smaller casts, 10 of the parts can be easily "doubled up" and played by the same person, requiring only 6 people at most. This skit is also a mixture of ages, requiring at the very least: 2 older woman (50's or above), 2 young adult woman (30's) and 2 teen girls.
Length: 10-15 minutes
 
Excerpt (Sample)

Setting: The stage is divided in half. On both sides, sit a table and a couple of chairs.

As the scene opens, a Mom in her early 50’s sits on one half of the stage, sipping a cup of coffee, reading a book. After a moment, we hear Beth’s voice from off stage. Beth is a grown woman, who is very pregnant.

Beth:

(calling from off stage) Mom, are you here?

Mom:

Beth, is that you honey?  I’m in the kitchen.

Beth:

(Beth enters, very upset and very pregnant.  She speaks between sobs) Mom... (sob)...can …(sob)…we… (sob)…talk?

Mom:

(upon seeing her daughter, she is immediately concerned) Honey, what’s the matter? Are you okay?

Beth:

(Beth  shakes her head “no”) I’m having a baby! (she begins to cry over-dramatically—the more dramatic the better)

Mom:

(smiling)  Yes, I’ve known that for awhile. Come here and sit down. (going to Beth and helping her sit in a chair) You’ve been excited for months; why the tears all the sudden?   (she sits back down)

Beth:

I was in the nursery putting away baby clothes, and it just hit me: in a few weeks I’m going to be a mother…me, a mother!  Mom, I’m not ready! I don’t know what I’m doing!

Mom:

(patting her hand) You’re not the first pregnant woman to think that, honey. We’ve all been there.  But trust me, everything is going to be fine.

Beth:

But what if it’s not? What if I turn out to be a terrible mother?

Mom:

You won’t.  You’re going to be a great mom!

Beth:

But what if I’m not? (sobs) What if I turn out to be a Helicopter Mom?  

Mom:

(confused) Beth, what on earth are you talking about?

Beth:

(wipes her nose on her sleeve) I’ve been reading this book. (pulls a book out of her purse and places it on the table) It describes all kinds of “mother” types.  

Mom:

(picking up the book and flipping through it) So, what’s a “helicopter mom”?

Beth:

You know, it’s one of those moms who is constantly hovering over her kids.

Mom:

(giving knowing smile) Oh, the type who wants to make sure her child is protected from every possible kind of danger?

Beth:

(nods) And who thinks her kids can’t live without her input, so she’s controlling and obsessive.

 

 

The attention now switches to the other half of the stage, where Carrie (a teenage girl) and Helicopter Mom enter.  Carrie enters first with a duffle bag, and right on her heels is Helicopter Mom, carrying a pillow and sleeping bag. They talk as they enter, and once on stage, they put down the items they are holding on the table.

Helicopter:

Did you pack sunscreen?

Carrie:

Yes.

Helicopter:

Bug spray?

Carrie:

Yes.

Helicopter:

Underwear?

Carrie:

Yes.

Helicopter:

Enough for 7 days plus a few extra pair?

Carrie:

(getting a little annoyed) Yes!

They both sit at the table

Helicopter:

Did you remember your swimsuit?

Carrie:

Yes.  (a bit sarcastic) And my tops and shorts, and sandals, tennis shoes and pajamas.  I got everything on the camp list. Are you happy now?  

Helicopter:

What about emergency numbers?  Did you write them all down?

Carrie:

Yes.

Helicopter:

In a place where they won’t get lost or wet?

Carrie:

Yes! I got it all, Mom. I’m not 5 years old anymore, okay?

Helicopter:

What about batteries for your camera?  Did you remember those?

Carrie:

(rolls her eyes) Yes. 

Helicopter:

Why don’t I just take a look for myself?  That way I can make sure you got everything you need. 

Carrie:

Be my guest. 

She slides the duffle bag to her mom, who begins to rifle through it. After a moment Carrie gets up and head towards the exit. As soon as Carrie gets up, Helicopter Mom is closely behind her.

Helicopter:

You forgot something didn’t you?  I knew it.  What was it? Your hair dryer? Your socks?

Carrie:

I didn’t forget anything, Mom.  I have to use the restroom, okay!

Helicopter:

Don’t forget to wash your hands afterwards. You know how fast disease can spread when you don’t wash your hands.  And be sure to use soap, not just water.

Carrie:

(frustrated) I know!

They both exit. The attention goes back to Beth and Mom.

Mom:

I’m very familiar with the Helicopter Mom type.  It’s amazing those kids ever learn to mature on their own.

Beth:

Some don’t.  What if I turn out to be that kind of mom?

Mom:

You won’t. 

Beth:

You think I’ll be a Karaoke Mom instead?

Mom:

What’s a Karaoke Mom?

Karaoke Mom enters dressed like a teenager. She is carrying an IPod and has headphones in her ears—she is moving her head and body to the musicEverything about her from her hair, to her jewelry, to the way she talks and acts, is like that of a teen.  If possible, she and her daughter, Becca should be dressed somewhat alike. After a moment, Becca, a teen girl, enters. Karaoke Mom has her back towards Becca as she enters.

Becca:

(speaking as she enters) Mom, have you seen my lucky hat?

Karaoke Mom doesn’t hear or see Becca enter.  She continues moving to the music.

Becca:

(yelling) Mom!

Karaoke Mom:

(startled, seeing Becca, removes her headphones) Sorry girlfriend, I didn’t hear you come in.  I was just chillaxin to my boy Justin Beiber! 

Becca:

(freaked out) Mom, that is so disgusting.  He’s like half your age!

Karaoke:

What can I say, Becca, your momma has the fever for the Beiber!

Becca: 

Eww!

Karaoke:

So what’s up, dawg?

Becca:

I wanted to know if you’ve seen my…(pause)…hey, are those my earrings?

Karaoke:

I forgot to ask if I could borrow them.  My bad! But don’t they look totally dope on me? 

Becca:

(looking more closely, surprised) Is that my shirt too?

Karaoke:

Aw naw, girlfriend, these are my threads.  I just bought it today. Now we can be like sistas when we go scopin’ for babes.

Becca:

Ewww! Don’t say that, Mom.

Karaoke:

What?  Don’t you want to nab a hottie for yourself?  

Becca:

Mom, you are so gross!  No girl wants to scope out “hotties” with her mother.  Besides, what would Dad say?

Karaoke:

I’m lookin’ for you, not me.  You know me and my homeboy are tight.  

Becca:

Will you stop calling Dad your homeboy? We’re not from the hood!

Karaoke:

Girl, someone needs to take a chill pill! No need to slide down the shame spiral.

Becca:

Shame spiral? Honestly Mom, where do you get this stuff?

Karaoke:

Don’t be a hater, Becca. Your momma’s got the 4-1-1 on the S-O-T.

Becca:

SOT?

Karaoke:

Slang-uage (like language) of teens. 

Becca:

I think I’m going to hurl!

They exit as the attention goes back to Beth and Mom.

Mom:

I get it, Karaoke Moms mirror their kids so they can try to stay young, right?

Beth:

Exactly.

Mom:

The problem with that type of parenting is it doesn’t offer any kind of real boundaries for kids because they’re too busy trying to be a friend instead of a parent.

Beth:

I’m glad we didn’t have that problem.  That could have been really embarrassing.  Especially when I was going through my heavy metal phase! Although I’d give anything to see you in those old black leather zebra pants I had!

Mom:

The ones that “mysteriously” disappeared?

Beth:

(shocked) That was you?