Baby Girl just left for a concert at The Anthem to see her favorite music artist, Mitski. Chris and I were able to get two tickets for half price, and we intended for Edwin, a mature 17-year-old, to shepherd Maxine through her first concert experience.
Edwin backed out this morning, citing a busy schedule and a chemistry test to study for.
“Don’t worry, Max! Dad will go with you.” Two thumbs up!…?? For some reason, her enthusiasm seemed to wane.
Chris imagined father and daughter, beaming and swaying to the music together, Maxine full of gratitude for dear, old Dad. I could see the wheels turning in her mind, trying to work out how to put distance between them, desperately attempting to hide the fact that she was there with a parent.
She began her campaign around noon to have her friend, “an experienced concertgoer” use the second ticket. After some mild handwringing and talking to the friend’s mom, and recalling my own first concert with a gaggle of girlfriends and no parents in sight, we decided to let them go together.
She just texted me that they are safely inside. It’ll be a late night (for Chris- he’s on pickup), but I am truly excited for her.
Rock on. Wait- this show is more emo, so I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say. My kids would probably advise, “Nothing, Mom. You don’t need to say anything.” And I would reply to my saucy children, “ROCK ON!”
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