Friday, April 24 - Sunday, April 26: I Felt the Breeze on My Face

It was a Mamma Mia! weekend, with performances Friday and Saturday night plus Sunday afternoon. Andrew sold concessions; I sold tickets; Mom and Dad came on Sunday. Though attending four performances of Mamma Mia! in four days may seem like a lot, it is truly a joy to get to see the shows, the slight differences from one to the next, the excitement of the cast, the clear sadness after the final performance. I love every minute of the musical. (I am also so, so, so, so, so glad that musical is over. It has added a layer of chaos to the entire family.)

On Sunday, a boy from another school who was attending the musical for the third time brought flowers for Lucia. I saw him come into the theater. I gave Andrew a head's up. When Lucia came out to say hello after the show, I nudged her so she noticed the kid waiting a few rows back. You may think this is an exaggeration--or an embellishment--but let me assure you that I physically felt the brisk and sudden turning of a page in this parenting journey. As Lucia grabbed a friend and went over and was given the flowers, I quite literally felt the breeze on my face.

I don't think I can say any more about this, because part of this new chapter is the realization that this is Lucia's story, not mine. It is hers to record, if she wishes. But I was there to witness that moment, surely the formation of a core memory. (We all were--Andrew, Greta, Mom, Dad, and I all watched it happen.) And that's reason enough to note it here.