Friday, May 01, 2009

May 1

May 1, 2009.

Remember this day.

It will be the day my son recalls to his future therapists.

Tonight my son will sing his solos in front of the entire first and second grade, their parents and family, the teachers and staff, his grandparents, his dad, and his siblings.

But not his mom.

Because his mom will be rocking out with The Dave Matthews Band at the exact same time of the first/second grade musical.

I guess this takes me out of the running for Mother of the Year.

The teacher was very sympathetic when I told her I wouldn't be there and arranged for DMB fan friends and me to attend the big rehearsal this afternoon when we really should be on the road to beat the traffic so we can tailgate and get our drink on, but you should've seen her face when I truthfully told her where I'd be instead of front row center on musical night. It's a Christian school. How could I lie?

So in the end, I get to see both.

And I'm guaranteed a front row seat this way.

But I still feel guilty.

I mean, what mom would CHOOSE to miss her kid's independent musical debut?

I do. What does that say about me? Do I not care about my kid? What is wrong with me?

Seeing May 1 on the calendar for the past three months has haunted me. That little square filled to capacity with too many activities. I've wanted to forget about it. It was too far away. Gotta do Easter first. Then vacation. But here it is. It's May 1 today. And I need it to hurry up and be over. Quit mocking me, May 1. So I'm not Mother of the Year. Maybe my kid WILL end up in therapy. Maybe he will be sad I'm not there. Maybe most likely the snooty mamas will have something to talk about next week at their coffee counter. Maybe I will spend the rest of my Christmas money on Star Wars Legos to make myself feel better, but it's done. It's planned. My friend's are coming. And they're bringing beer.

Shove off May 1.


Sadie said...

First of all? Totally j. LOVE DMB. A friend saw them in Nashville last weekend and said it was awesome, best DMB show ever.

Secondly. He gets his very own show, just for him! That's cool. He'll be ok.

Third... my mom missed a lot of my stuff, she was a single mom and she worked a lot. At least I'm sure she did. But I can't remember it now. So don't worry. You're there for him all the time... Have fun tonight. :)

Dana said...

LUCKY! I so wish I were getting to see DMB tonight. We try to see them every year. LOVE THEM! Have a great time....drink those beers and your troubles will be forgotten! LOL

Maggie said...

Sometimes you just need a little 'me' time, LOL

Don't feel guilty - have a great time. Heck, even better than the dress rehearsal, you should have your hubby video it!

Burgh Baby said...

Throw the guilt aside and dish about the concert. How was it?

Buncha Blue-Eyed Monkeys said...

I think seeing the dress rehearsal was a fair trade and a great idea!! Totally acceptable in my mommy book :o)

Miss Hope said...

I think it was handled perfectly. You got to see it before anyone else did and that makes it extra special.

Ready for a concert review! Bring it on!

Leslie said...

He will be fine. you still got to see the rehersal, and you got to go to your concert. I think that things like this bug the MOms more than they bug the little ones!!