You know those commercials where the little 2nd grader is performing and the dad shows up just in time and everyone is all warm and fuzzy? Don’t they seem contrived?
Yeah… well I had one of those commercial moments last week. It certainly wasn’t picture perfect, but the feeling I had spending the afternoon with a bunch of families at a local Italian restaurant, Giorgio’s, before we headed off to watch the end of the year school performance couldn’t be beat.
There was a sense of accomplishment, nostalgia, hope, excitement, nervousness and that feeling you get in your body when you are filled to the brim with admiration for your friends and family.
Everything wasn’t perfect. Chloe was wearing Converse because her old dress shoes were falling apart. She didn’t have socks because somehow every pair I buy her disappears in the abyss. Ella was picking her nose on stage (just for a moment) and Phoebe was pulling the hair of the woman in front of me so much so that the woman moved!
The moments I want to remember are the look on the girls faces when they were getting ready to perform, the fact the Phoebe mastered her clapping and did so after every song, seeing the girls with their friends. I want to remember what it felt like being with the other parents and laughing and feeling like I am part of a group of people who are raising our children together and will help each other navigate these coming years.
I want to remember that it was not perfect and that is what made it awesome.