Spotlight on Crystal Intini Alperin

by Tracey on April 25, 2014

We knew the moment we met Crystal Intini Alperin that we were meeting a unique soul. Her style and flair drew us in but her sparkling words and heart are what keep us intrigued. We cannot WAIT for the audience to hear her piece!


by Crystal Intini Alperin

Approximately 3 years before the magical, plastic pee stick told me I was going to be a mother, I decided mothering was not for me.

Mothers were patient. Mothers were self-less. As a childless young woman who knew everything, I knew mothering was not going to fit in with the lifestyle I craved.

Then, I got sick. Really sick. I started puking every day, all day. I puked for almost 6 weeks before I finally bought a pregnancy test.

The modern day mother of 3 I am really wants to write: “My heart swelled and grew 100x when the + appeared. I called my folks and told them to prepare a fatted calf ’cause I was coming home!”

But I made a promise to myself a year ago to take risks and live a more authentic life. Sometimes that means telling the truth instead of a Disney-fied version. (Sometimes I really hate this new risk-filled authentic life of mine.)

The 1997 version of me, collegiate, clove-smoking/dark-poetry-writing/bra-less/pretentious me freaked out and wanted to snap that damn urine soaked plastic stick. I considered my options.

Ultimately, I couldn’t ignore the invisible tie which already  led from my unborn child’s heart to mine.

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When I decided to jump into motherhood, I did it with my whole heart, my entire everything.

In the beginning, I wasted entirely too much money and time (so much time!) on parenting books when all I needed was to look towards my own mother, a true woman warrior, for the best example of what a mother should be.

The last 16 years have been an adventure: a sometimes sticky, sometimes sweet,sometimes horrible and heartbreaking, but always beautiful adventure.3 babies.jpg

Despite my best efforts to stop the inevitable, each day my children grow more independent, more brilliant, more everything-a-mother-could-possibly-want-her-children-to-be.

Their independent spirits dodge my shadow and reach towards the sun.

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The time has come for me to grow, to evolve as well. The 2014 me is a woman ready to take risks, to be vulnerable, to embrace change and welcome opportunity.

Motherhood has transformed me into a walking vignette. It’s gifted me with a softer, smooshier body tattooed with a roadmap of stretch marks leading to places only real women dare to go.

At 37, I possess gray hairs of wisdom, joyful laugh lines of character and a perpetually evolving body which shares my journey via additional cracks, scars, lines and grooves with the world.

I don’t know all the answers. I don’t even know all the questions. But I do know that most hurts can be healed with a large dose of humor, licensed character band-aids and abysmal British accent and that I am stronger than I ever imagined.

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On May 4, I look forward to making myself vulnerable, taking a risk on stage and sharing my story, a piece of my heart, with my fellow Listen To Your Mother Chicago cast mates, friends, family and audience.

 I share my ridiculous parenting anecdotes along with my stumbles, sidesteps and heart via my blog, Parenting Without A Parachute.


Only 9 days left to get your ticket to see Crystal (and the rest of the cast, too!) live and in action at 2 pm on May 4th at the Athenaeum Theatre on Southport!

Tracey April 25, 2014 at 9:03 am


Jenna Karvunidis April 25, 2014 at 3:25 pm

Good luck, Crystal!

Tara April 25, 2014 at 3:48 pm

YAY! Can’t wait to see you take over that big stage!

Patrick April 26, 2014 at 9:48 am

I don’t know if I’ve been clear but I’m proud of you, m’lady. I am excited to watch you perform. I will be the loudest clapper.

Judy Perry April 26, 2014 at 10:08 am

Crystal,my niece, you are amazing. Such great talent. Keep going and you will make your own destiny. I love you.. Aunt Judy

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