I didn't cry, much.
My mom always cried at my childhood events. Always. A lot. A few of my tears last weekend were for my mom, wishing she could be here to see her granddaughters dancing on that big stage. My mom would always tell me "wild horses couldn't keep me away" from whatever performance was upcoming next.
|Kid 6 sound asleep on the way home but still|
holding on to the flowers her brothers gave
her. There's no place else better
than right here.
Me, each of my four boys, one of the boys girlfriends and two friends who have stepped up to help my family this past year were all there to cheer as the girls danced the night away. My friend leaned over a couple times to whisper her amazement at how good the girls, all the girls of the dance school, were. Yep, our little town dance school owned that big Memphis stage Saturday night.
Seeing the joy on my girls faces as they danced brought me joy in the midst of a very difficult year.
As I watched, I wondered what could possibly be better than this to drag me away from here? A night out with friends? No. A moonlit walk on my favorite California beach? No. A trip away? No.
I am often overwhelmed at being a single mom of six kids. I'm over stressed, over worried and missing out on events I never had to miss out on before. But watching my little girls on that big stage, I'm reminded I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Nothing, no place and no person is more important to me than being there for my kids. Nights like recital night remind me as difficult as life is right now, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.