Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Princess & the Pea
Last night I stood in the back of a sold out theater and watched my daughters act, sing, dance and do things that I never would have had the confidence to do at their ages. My big, toothy grin did little to hide the tears streaming down my face. Or muffle the beating of my heart high in my chest.
It's true that I swelled with pride for my girls. But I was equally full for each and every kid on that stage. As a parent to two of them I know how long and hard they've worked to reach opening night.
I was engrossed in the story but during one scenery change I remembered where I was. In this tiny rural community where statewide budget concerns cut extra deeply. Among family and friends who see the value of art and find a way to pull together and do whatever it takes to make these rich opportunities available for our youth.
In a sea of like minded folks.
Just as beaming and proud as I.
And I especially loved that even though I was standing in the very back I could clearly hear Nana whistling her famous whistle at each and every whistle worthy moment.
Labels: Life with kids