>I Cried At HighSchool Musical

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Maggie was the sweetest, most surprised kid in the building…..and the musical was fun, too. We were blessed to receive two great tickets to see High School Musical Live here at the Orpheum Theatre downtown. When I first recieved them I wondered how I would choose and almost said no to the tickets, so I wouldn’t have to choose. Alas, Maggie Moo Who really needed a day, some bragging rights, a moment all her on, so she was the big choice, but she didn’t even know it.
I didn’t tell Buggie where we were going, only that ‘yes we will have a chance to eat, as well’.
First we went to Blues City Cafe (one of this mommas favorite places ever to eat catfish), she finished up a bowl of ice cream and we left to go see the show. Bugs still had no idea. We walked in and wam, she saw everything, the lights and such and it barely registered. I finally whispered “yes honey, High School Musical Live” and her face said it all….wow.
After some pictures and giggles and a 20 dollar program, we were off to find our seats. When the lights went down and the stage lit up, then, I cried at High School Musical. I took one look at her happy little face, I realized that I made the right choice about how to use the 2 gifted tickets and I cried tears of, wow. There was that little girl in amazement, I could barely see her face in the lights, but she was wowed. I was so happy to see her happy…..let me say that differently, I was in a moment of time, that I knew she would remember, not so much what the musical was, but that Momma chose her that day. We do this with each of our children at different times with all kinds of events and activities, but this moment with her was a big one. Her first really big girl thing, a day with momma, for a WOW.
Steal away moments, make them important, it doesn’t have to be a stage show ( I am going bowling tonight with my Sweet Sarah Kay), and watch them. Connect, really with them, and you may find…..you cry when you look at the world and that moment with us as parents through their eyes. So yes, I cried at High School Musical Live at the Orpheum in Memphis.

>I am a relationship person….I hate that sometimes. I need people. There was a season in my life, a very long season, where the Lord moved everyone, but my children out of my life. It was me and 6 kids. That was a difficult rainy season, but I needed the rain and I grew. Ever heard the old saying that you need fertilizer (pooooo) to grow a garden, well I believe that is often what relationships are in our lives. For those of you in relationship with me don’t be offended, I don’t think your pooo, but I know that the more I know about my family relationships the more I grow as a person. I am at an in between place in my life. I am in between with children (one in every department of church and age of homeschool pre-school to youth group), in between newlywed and married forever (alomost 15 years, can you believe how faithful God is to change us to not just survive,but thrive), in between pants sizes most of the time (my least favorite in between right now….I have been bigger, but ack I want to be smaller) and in between complexion style (isn’t acne a teenager problem). Because of all my in betweens I don’t fit, anywhere. There is this one group of women (high Fray-Mill) who really know me, but I only see them once every few months or so. Which brings me to my next point, I am a talker…..if you know me for 5 minutes you know that I talk. I like to talk about what the kids are doing (mine or yours), talk about school (again mine or yours), one of my favorite subjects is my family in Chicago land,it makes me smile, and cry (because I miss them daily) they are where I fit….all the way without smushing or bending the edges, I just fit and when I don’t they make room and love me into place. With my kids I fit, they know I am going to yell like a crazy person, say some mean things, make them clean, then fill their little bellys. Family here, no fit, like a shoe that is too loose, it feels ok for a bit, then it rubs blisters, small blisters that you don’t notice for a bit, but a blister none the less. I love them, and they seem to think I am tolerable, but I believe that I rub blisters on them as well, so I do short sprints (for my momma) and go home and nap. This is how I deal with family (or rather how they deal with me). Maybe tomorrow I will deal with friends or the lack there of. It seems I have relationship fertilizer on the family side, but I am longing for friends with out fertilizer (is that even possible?) Feed back please……