I'm a crier. I cry when things are good. I cry when things are not good. I cry when things are sappy and sentimental. So naturally I cry when my kids' band plays so well .... well, it makes me cry!
Last week I chaperoned their "Performing Arts" trip to Toronto Canada. What would posses me to get on a bus with 90 High school kids, 6 teachers (4 of whom have no kids of their own, 2 of whom are too young and inexperienced to really understand high school kids), and 4 parents and drive 14 hours each way? Because my kids asked me to.
We stopped at Niagara Falls on the way up - cold in April, let me tell you. But truly spectacular.
Then we drove "80 minutes" to Toronto. Unless it's rush hour. Then it's 2 1/2 hours. With Hungry Teenagers. Bad combination.
Toronto was beautiful, although we didn't see much of it except outside the bus windows.
Friday we went to Toronto University for the competition. First our acapella group took the stage - they were amazing. My twins aren't in that - just my "other" kids. I was so proud!! Then the Wind Ensemble took the stage. After the first song I let out a "Holy Crap!" And Brother Mark was sitting in front of me....oops sorry Brother Mark. (Yes they go to a private, Catholic school). But seriously? They were that good. Then the second song Blew. Me. Away. Including Daughter's solo that she failed to mention. And so? I cried. They were that good. And I was that proud. And this is their last trip. And they're graduating in 36 days.
So yes, I cried. And my Daugther mocked me. Go ahead. Some day you will see when you have a Daughter of your own.....
excuse me, I need to go find a tissue.
6 comments:
No daughters here - but I know what you mean. I cry over accomplishment of Man-Child. And when he graduates in two years? Forget it. I'll just be one big dripping mess.
Oh, and I'm glad to know I'm not the only one that puts her foot in her mouth around priests, nuns, religion teachers, etc.
I am such a crier too. I cry happy tears, sad tears, proud tears, sorry tears. I still cry each time I hear our national anthem. And I still cry at cartoons. It is a hard job we have. :)
Congrats on the band trip...and your kids do rock!
I am not a crier, but I think I'd be crying too. I have a good friend with twins and their graduation was such a huge thing because it was her one and only time.
What wonderful memories you are making.
Sista, please! I cry when kids I DON'T EVEN FREAKIN' KNOW perform!!! It's some kind of weird sickness I have. ANY child doing ANY kind of performance makes me cry!! Now, when it's my own, then the ugly, snot-running-down-my-face cry happens. I'm such a dork....
I'm pretty sure I will spend the kids senior years bawling my head off.
I'm not allowed to be within 100 feet of a nun or priest - I always ALWAYS drop the F-bomb. :-)
Wait...I can pretty much beat you all on this one...ready? I cry when I have no idea as to what is being said....just imagining what I think is being said makes me cry. (i should tell you about the time I watched a korean movie with japanese subtitles...and cried!!!)AND if someone else is crying? yeah...i'm a 'pity crier'...you cry? i cry.
oh...if we ever ALL get together? yeah...bring extra tissues!!
oh...and good on you for going up with them. personally...it's stuff like that, I like to do.
You. are a good mom.
Did you get video? ;-)
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