How does one travel around the world as a global superstar and manage to be a dedicated mom at the same time? The artist known as Pink could teach a course on it.

The Jewish musician doesn’t just sing or dance on stage; she does it all at the same time, and several times over while on tour.  If there was another word for maverick, and you could blend it with the music world’s version of Evel Knievel, you’d have Pink. Whether it’s flying through the air of an arena on a harness like a ninja ballerina while singing or running up and down a stage feverishly with her dancing team, Pink literally performs for the entire time she is on stage. But after the smoke clears and the fans clear out of the giant arena, she has to be a mom and wife to two young kids and her husband, Carey Hart, as well. It’s that fascinating element-how do the stars balance it all out-that powers this movie about her life.

Believe me, before I hit play on her new documentary, “Pink: All I Know So Far,” you could say I was impressed with her body of work. After watching the breezy 110 minute film, I was even more in awe of this woman-someone who uses her skills and reach to help and even heal her fans. Michael Gracey’s film follows her along on the 2019 Beautiful Trauma tour, one that culminated at the famous and monstrously intimidating Wembley Stadium, which packs 80,000 diehard souls into a single show.

It would be easy for a wordsmith to find a cute correlation between her high-wire acts during her shows and her ability to parent her two kids, Willow and Jameson. But that’s no way to treat a review centering around a fierce lady who acquired her moniker via a Quentin Tarantino movie. Unlike Steve Buscemi’s whiny thief, Alecia Beth Moore (aka Pink) wears her stage name like a badge of honor, one that has broken through many walls to touch even the most tortured of souls. Midway through the movie, she reads a letter from a fan detailing how her music saved a life, multiple times. It’s not hyperbole and you can see from the tears on Pink’s face that it’s not taken for granted. During the film, montages of real fan faces are shown to the audience. You won’t find a single one of those that doesn’t carry a smile.

I always felt that the greatest singers/performers were the ones who never took an audience for granted. They resist the urge to become a machine and just churn out a performance, instead giving a piece of themselves to that particular night. A fair chunk of Gracey’s documentary takes us through the endless prep and training that goes into her tour. The dance choreography, the gadgets and wire work, fitness, hair and makeup, and at long last, the show itself. However, it’s the bus rides and hotel scenes with Pink and her family that resonated the most. The allure of seeing a superstar unmasked behind the glamour, one that can discipline her kids while shooting witty chirps at them in a playful manner, will always be intriguing. At one point, when she has lost a battle with her young son before a show, Pink offers the entrapment of her ancestry: “I’m a Jew. I don’t know anything other than guilt.” The life of a parent is an endless one, but it can bind itself to a profession with the right amount of determination.

All you have to do is see Pink’s performance last night at the Billboard Music Awards, where she was given the Icon Award. Most artists would have simply grabbed the guitar or sat at a piano. She chose to have her daughter join her on the wires, pulled high above the stage, and perform a duet. If there was any quiver of a notion about why one receives an Icon trophy, that sight would proof enough that family and profession can intertwine and become friends in the right situation.

For Pink, family is the secret ingredient to success in life-and this kind of holds many different shades and colors. The dancers and teammates on her tour have been with her for 12 years now. Hart, a retired motocross legend, is always by her side on the road to Wembley, doting on her when it’s needed but mostly just being present and a good dad to her children. Through a prism of European glitz and wide-eyed personality, viewers are taken on this ride with a superstar and her family. It’s a window into a world that doesn’t get discussed enough: the dichotomy between fame and family. I found myself fascinated by her philosophy on parenting and how it’s a full circle activity. You try to be the best parent and person, hoping it’s good enough in the end.

Pink is who she is and where she is because of her idea that enough is never enough, at least when it comes to trying daredevil things on a large stage with blown-up hearts waving in the background. If the name, “Pink,” is still just a color to you, I’d recommend this documentary. At 41 years of age and counting, she proves that “All I Know So Far” is only the latest chapter in a long story.