Friday night my boyfriend and I battled traffic to Woodland Hills for an elementary school singing performance! I know… you’re jealous!
Here’s the deal: I love these kids. They have become my little makeshift family. But watching these performances feels a lot like torture. Anyone else experience this? I’m convinced the singing teacher is really just a glorified babysitter that allows the kids to do Karaoke and then charges us to come watch. Tonight’s theme is Disney’s Frozen—have you heard of that little movie? Idina Menzel and Kristen Bell are amazing singers. These kids… let’s just say the amount of wrong notes that hit my ears during this recital may speed up the purchase of a hearing aid in my older age.
Don’t worry, I’m not going to remain bitter and mean because… when my stepdaughter took the stage in her little blue dress and her hairstyle that I got up early to do… and started to sing… all the negativity and cattiness immediately left my body. I couldn’t believe how confident she was. Suddenly I began to feel like an annoying “mom” that thinks her kid is the best! You know those types?
I have been bitten. Not sure by which kind of bug… but it has happened. I start to melt and realize that even though we don’t share blood, I can see little pieces of myself shining through this little person and I realize I AM part of her. I am driving to these ridiculous shows for a reason.
On the shitty traffic-filled drive home, I didn’t curse the cars (too much). Instead I smiled and talked to my little star’s Dad about how flippin’ much I adore his kids. I do sometimes learn how to take my negative crap and as Elsa from Frozen says… “Let it Go.”