I can walk into a performance space and as the lights go down, I completely lose my cool. My heart starts beating really fast, I have a frog in my throat, and I get teary. It could be a Kindergarten Circus of 5-year-olds, or 4th row center at Jagged Little Pill… I. Am. Done. Hearing David Bowie sing Heroes at the concert for the 9/11 first responders, the front of my dress soaking wet with tears, ridiculous. Watching my daughter bounce as high as the sky on a bungie trampoline, her freedom contagious…chills. Seeing my husband greet guests at his one man show, I had to leave the room, way too emotional for me, so not a pretty sight. My family watches me, how long will it take her to start crying…I am their entertainment.
I received this picture this weekend. I cried. Of course I cried…it is everything a mom cherishes. I know the look on his face even though I am only seeing his back. How can you thank a person so connected to your kid that they understand the importance of a moment, and know how much that moment would mean to his mom. No words.
My little boy was the king of imaginative play. He could play on his own for hours, from his Sesame Street guys, to his Toy Story crew, to his bin of Star Wars toys. He created adventures that transported him to other worlds . Flying his Millennium Falcon around the living room, it was clear he was not holding it…he was on it.
Saturday, he walked into the park, and there, right in front of him was what had been in his head since he was a little guy…it was right there…he too teared up.
I am thankful we raised a son who can feel his feels.