Well, we went to the Christmas concert at my kids' school last night. If you missed the prelude to this story, you can find it at An Encounter with a Scrooge. To say I was lacking the spirit would be an understatement. Gritted teeth and folded arms . . . I offered those around me $50 if they'd boo the music teacher's bow at the end. No takers. Drat! Catholic school parents can be such goodie-goodies sometimes.
That was a tough night, but we all got through it, and I'm exceedingly proud of my son for still wanting to go. All I can say is he's a bigger man than me . . . and that's saying something since he's nine and, well, I'm a woman.
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ha ! these concerts used to go on for about three hours when my two were at primary school. Someone's mobile phone went off .... she was one of the classroom assistants - OOPS the head glared at her !
You're a good mom!
Merry Christmas!
Anna
I played the saxophone in elementary and jr. high. My mom usually just dropped me off for concerts and such.
~Randy
Glad you all got through it. I think it was big of him to still want to attend, and I think it was big of you to support him. I would be upset with her, too, but I think that the Lord might just teach her a lesson at some point. That's what I've always found when things like this happen.
XO,
Sheila :-)
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