This weekend, I took Marie to the Taylor Swift 1989 World Tour concert for her 9th birthday.
It was awesome to see her light up when Taylor took the stage . . .
and then again when Dan Reynolds from Imagine Dragons took the stage – EEK!!
Going to this concert filled me up in a soul-satisfying kind of way. I felt light and happy, and the good kind of exhausted.
To see that kind of joy in her eyes, those same eyes that harbor anxiety will forever be burned into my memory.
I also will remember the breezy, delicious feeling of being The Fun Parent.
Ah, The Fun Parent.
|Look at me! I'm the fun parent!|
Also, thank you to the super fans that were behind us.
Your homemade light up signs were not only awesomely creative, but gave great backlighting!
I don’t often let my fun parent flag fly. It’s hard to when I’m always! being! responsible!
Take them to said activities.
The never-ending bedtime routine.
Then there is the worry that comes along with motherhood. I worry about if I am doing it right. Forget about right, am I doing it just good enough to avoid making mistakes that result in irreparable damages?
When I see the world through my children’s eyes, I am often reminded of my childhood wounds of being bullied and feeling like I would never fit in. I worry a lot about making sure my children are emotionally healthy to deal with an emotionally unhealthy world.
But then there are flashes when I remember the magic of my own childhood. Taking Marie to this concert brought back my memories of my first concert: Madonna’s Who’s that Girl Tour in 1987.
My mom, dad, brother, and I along with another family sat in the nosebleed seats of the now destroyed Pontiac Silverdome. I was about 10 years old, and I will never forget her singing “Open Your Heart” in her black teddy with gold tassels on her boobs.
It was awesome!
I remember that rush of seeing someone who was (and still is) bigger! than! life! I listened to her cassette tapes over and over on my Fisher Price tape recorder and there she was – in person – singing those songs. Mind. Blown.
I easily get caught up in all of the hardships of motherhood. But reminiscing about my first concert reminds me that fun should to be a priority. Not just something fun for the them, the kids, but fun for all of us.
At the Taylor Swift concert, that heavy feeling of accountability melted away, and we were two people in the moment having genuine fun together.
In between those spaces of obligations and duties, memories are made. The good kind of memories. The kind that create bonds.
Marie might never remember the hours I sat in the stands watching her swim meets or the daily effort that went into packing her lunches.
But I am hoping that she forever remember staying out until 1am dancing at the Taylor Swift concert, eating popcorn and dipping dots with her mom.
I know that I will.