03 June 2013


Last night, I took K to her very first concert. We went to see Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran and Joel Crouse. K has been singing along to Taylor in my car for years, and the presale opportunity was one I could not pass up.

We had amazing seats on the floor and I knew she'd have a good time, even though I worried about noise and if she would be able to see. The giant video screens took care of that problem and she said she was fine, even after Ed Sheeran who hurt my head.

We bought glow sticks and batons and I taught her all about how you have to wait for the artist who you want to see, and that you might not really like the opening acts very much. (For the record, we loved Joel. Ed was not so kid friendly and if you weren't familiar with his music, he was really hard to understand.)

Right before Taylor came on stage (after the second 'intermission' - I'm so glad K has a dance background and has gone to shows so she gets downtime), I realized there were people sitting in VIP seats right behind us and the only thing separating us was a barrier. There was also a second stage that we realized that Taylor would be on at some point, meaning she'd be SUPER close to us. All of a sudden, someone was asking if we were ready. K replied 'yes!" and it took me about five seconds to realize that it was Taylor's mom.

She stood behind us and sang every word to her daughter's songs. At the point when Taylor came through the crowd to the smaller stage that was behind us, there were three or four groups of girls who'd been chosen to come down and stand in that VIP area. We all turned around to watch and Andrea Swift realized that K couldn't see because of the girls standing in front of us. She told her to stand on the chair next to us and then to jump over the barrier. She set K up in HER chair and stood behind her once she realized that K was unsure about being separated from me, even though I knew she was fine and she was like ten whole feet away.

K settled in and watched as the stage turned around as Taylor performed and rose up super high. I have a million pictures of the back of her head watching. You can tell how intently she is focused on what is going on in front of her.

When Taylor had gone back to the other stage, the girls sitting next to us helped K get settled standing on chair for the rest of the show. The smile on that little girl's face never went away, even as she sang every word to Love Story and We Are Never Getting Back Together.

It's an experience I am so glad I got to share with her, and one I know she will never forget.

02 June 2013


Last October, I started dancing at the same studio K attends. It was an effort to do something active that I would enjoy, and I knew the instructor would be understanding and kind about the limitations of my body, especially with my back injury.

I really only wanted to do ballet - stretching is wonderful and stretching properly has helped my range of motion greatly. But, I was the only adult interested in staying for ballet. The class before ballet is tap and the instructor convinced me to try it one week.

I have sat through a million weeks of K's dance class. I have left the room during tap on many, many instances. There was no reason to expect to enjoy it.

But I did, at least kind of.

At the time, the class was working on a routine for The Nutcracker, which I knew I was going to be out of town for. I was shocked with how quickly I picked up the routine, even knowing I wouldn't have a reason to perform it.

I kept going to class, only skipping a couple weeks here and there. The others in the class are all great, and hopefully we'll catch up for happy hour or something this summer, while there are no classes.

The routine for the spring recital was much more difficult and I was doubting my ability to learn and perform it until yesterday, the day of the performance. I knew there were parts that I couldn't do "right", but I'd also learned how to fake it. I was surprised when I fell asleep Friday night rehearsing in my head.

The first performance was terrifying. I could tell you 900 ways in which I was pretty sure I'd screwed up. Afterwards, everyone said it was great.

The second performance was still scary, but definitely felt better. Until the last move when I managed to stumble on a spot in the floor that is uneven. I know that I missed some steps. But I recovered, finished and ran off stage.

At this moment, I'm not sure if I'll go back next year. It'll depend on what I'm doing for work, and how finances play out. All I know is that I'm glad I took a chance this year.