These last few weeks of school are a killer. Every night there is something - either I need to get to a meeting, I have a work function, or there are 3,000 kid things to do. Tonight was David's 3rd grade chorus concert.
Wow. My 9 year old has become me.
I watched him up there, expecting to be all proud of his shining little face singing his heart out.
Not So Much.
After the first couple songs, my husband leaned over and said, "Why is he all red? Is he laughing?"
I nodded at him, while I tried to shoot daggers with my eyes in David's general direction. I watched helplessly from the audience as he and his little neighbor took turns fake punching each other and cracking up every time. His friend Josh, whose mother happens to be one of my close friends, was in front of him. He spent most of the time looking back at David and making jokes, which David thought was hilarious. The music teacher reprimanded them between songs. It didn't help.
After the concert, Josh's mother and I looked at each other and just shook our heads. My friend's father in law said, "You guys certainly aren't getting any mothers of the year awards."
I can't help but think back to when I was in chorus, and band, and how I behaved. He isn't so far off the mark - I was constantly trying to get my peers approval as well. I just don't remember doing it so YOUNG.
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